<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397</id><updated>2012-02-01T14:20:00.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la nuova avventura...</title><subtitle type='html'>sometimes things fall apart so that 

other things can to fall into place</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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center;"&gt;ok, so it's the spudman triathlon. close enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i put myself and russell into the lottery for this race.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it was my roommate nicole's brilliant idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;she's from burley, idaho and offered to let us stay at her house for the race.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I can't decide if I really want to get into the race; triathlons definitely intimidate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; plus, i've only just started running and swimming is hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;however, this is probably one of the best starter triathlons bc the swim is current aided.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that means you're swimming downstream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;can anyone feel a personal record coming along?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;russell and I are gong to start training for the run as soon as he's not sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and then we'll start with the bike once the weather warms up a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he's letting me use one of his bikes to train with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hopefully he doesn't make me ride the single speed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;also, one of my new year's resolutions is to do a triathlon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so that's good i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;currently I'm wondering what exactly I was thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but i'm sure that afterward i'll feel accomplished or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it will be fun, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it will be fun. it will be fun. it will be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6933791347432839381?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6933791347432839381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6933791347432839381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6933791347432839381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6933791347432839381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2012/02/potatoperson-triathlon.html' title='PotatoPerson Triathlon'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdeuG8tks7Q/TymspnAPzjI/AAAAAAAAAyA/ulHYHxY5ULU/s72-c/spudman' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-3008963132763086038</id><published>2012-01-24T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:14:22.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some things that i love</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"once upon a time"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;marissa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nicole&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my macbook pro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hot chelle rae&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling cute when i curl my hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;running through the snow trying to avoid getting snow in my hair only to get more snow in it because i'm moving faster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving in my car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding a place to live and knowing that you could make it your home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;white boards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quote walls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pictures from my study abroad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends from study abroad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading other peoples' facebook statuses and realizing that my life could be a lot worse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the fact that lyndsey will only share a room wth me and a very few select group of people (i don't even think 2 can be classified as a "group")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the boys of WQ 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alexandrie rae wilcox and her sticky orange-y hands in my hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skinny jeans that don't get wet on the bottom when you're walking through snow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean towels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopping for cute new underwear (sorry dad...awkward)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bruises that randomly show up on my body and i'm like hmmm, where did that come from?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking thru old pictures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking new pictures with the people i love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blogging&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wasting time blogging because i don't feel like going to sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting super annoyed with my friends (completely justified) and knowing that i'll forgive them the second they need me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;warm and comfy clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alfred&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;modern medicine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thin walls that let me hear EVERYTHING....(that was sarcastic in case u didn't catch it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sarcasm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taking out my contacts for the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realizing halfway through the day that i forgot to put on mascara and then not caring that much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knowing that i need to wake up in 6 hours and not caring that much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;needing to go to the bathroom but not wanting to get off my bed and walk all the way over there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;couches that try to eat me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gay barbie dolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 inch ledges in the target parking lot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 inch heels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing something super dramatic that someone posted on facebook and showing it to everyone who walks in the apartment just because it's funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stressing out of my mind one day and feeling great about being a couch potato the next&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people who tell me to take it one step at a time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heaters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping under a blanket but on top of the comforter so i don't have to make the bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;reading&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knowing i have no time to read for leisure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trying a new recipe that everyone loves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not eating sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saying "son of a nutcracker" and thinking i'm super hilarious &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saying super before just about everything because exaggerating just feels right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting a $10 rebate check that i had forgotten about&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shaved legs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;locks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;backpacks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waking up to an alarm and feeling perfectly ready to face the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting an assignment and having absolutely no clue how to pull it off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting up the courage to sit next to some random cute guy in class and then realizing that he's most likely engaged (desktop photo on his computer gave it away)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cheap used books&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;basements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;parallel parking like a boss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pinterest.com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my red burro jacket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;making a french baguette&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;checking facebook and realizing that there's nothing interesting because real life is so much better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaning the dishes in order to have clean dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peanut butter banana toast (literally THE best thing that has happened to me in the last 6 months)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the smell of a new book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;big bear hugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;teal tables in bathrooms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buckets lists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pedicures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hand sanitizer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eyeliner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing people asleep in super awkward and uncomfortable positions on campus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tigger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;armani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bentley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;van gogh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rocky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;personality tests that confirm everything i already know about myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-3008963132763086038?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/3008963132763086038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=3008963132763086038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3008963132763086038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3008963132763086038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-things-that-i-love.html' title='some things that i love'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4651108963510187727</id><published>2012-01-23T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:51:04.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that awkward moment when...</title><content type='html'>...you find the house you were meant to live in and the girl that lives there shows you around and then you want nothing more than to immediately kick her out on the street because you belong there more than she does. yep, that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; today my amazing and wonderful best friend Alice and I looked for a place to live next fall. i had looked on the BYU off-campus housing page and found about 15 houses that i wanted to look at. it started snowing about halfway through and I was pretty much done but Alice convinced me to finish off the list. the "hawkins house" was the LAST house we looked at and we both fell in love almost instantly. it doesn't look like much from the outside but it has many wonderful things to offer once you get past that exterior. 5 girls in the house, 3 bathrooms, huge living room (with lots of couches stadium seating style), HUGE kitchen with 2 fridges and a washer/dryer, a mini living room in the basement, CLEAN and very well taken care of, all for just $260 per month during fall and winter semesters. just when we thought it couldn't get any better, it did. teal table (with matching chairs) in the big bathroom downstairs. seriously, that basically sealed the deal. we called the landlord almost immediately and told him we wanted to move in...like yesterday. he has to check with the current tenants to see if they're moving out and there are 2 other girls who might be interested blah blah blah blah. he knows that we're the best tenants he'll ever have and we should definitely get first priority. duh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you make plans with someone that you used to be really good friends with and who only texted/called you because he broke up with his girlfriend today and most likely wants to vent to you which you're fine with because you would really like to be close friends again but then he says he's going to get his crap from his ex-girlfriend and that you should come over in half an hour but he texts you and says he'll be late and so you ask how much later he'll be and he doesn't respond so you text him again after like an hour of waiting asking if he has a guess as to when he'll be back and he says "lol no i don't" and then you keep waiting for like another hour and then you get really annoyed because you still haven't heard from him and so you text him and say "hey well this has been real fun waiting around for you but i'm going to sleep so...see ya." and then he never responds.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; real cool, RIGHT?! yep, my thoughts exactly. actually, my thoughts were: "Noah wrote Allie 365 letters, I think you can answer my text message." ugh, why do some people have to be super frustrating?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you're watching an intense show and you're screaming and yelling bc the main character is getting beat up and your roommate comes in to make sure you're not dying&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; enough said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....you should go to bed but instead you write a post on your blog that you haven't used in who knows long.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ya, that's super awkward. also, sleep is kind of important. pretty sure i thought it was 9:30 until i looked at the clock and saw 10:49. rude how time flies when you're writing meaningless fluff for no one to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until next time no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4651108963510187727?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4651108963510187727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4651108963510187727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4651108963510187727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4651108963510187727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-awkward-moment-when.html' title='that awkward moment when...'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4170440966600278982</id><published>2011-03-09T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:48:35.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>splash 'n' dash</title><content type='html'>i have decided to do the &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;"&gt;byu splash 'n' dash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (info &lt;a href="https://events.byu.edu/content/splash-and-dash-0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;it's basically a shortened biathlon (just running and swimming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i haven't been training or doing anything really...&lt;br /&gt;school life is super time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, i officially want to make time to work out.&lt;/div&gt;so i'm signing up for this TODAY so that i get my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-family: arial;"&gt;rear in gear&lt;/span&gt; and start swimming/running asap. (aka TODAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have multiple options for beginners (like me) to hard core athletes (not like me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00;"&gt;beginner: 1/4 mile swim, 3K run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;standard: 1/2 mile swim, 5K run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;elite: 1 mile swim, 10K run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's also a team option that, well, i don't really understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but anyway, i initially thought i would be all ambitious and do the standard.&lt;br /&gt;my train of thought was as follows: i'll train really hard and take it WAY easy&lt;br /&gt;on this thing and just get a feel for what a biathlon event could be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-weight: bold;"&gt;then i remembered &lt;/span&gt;that i haven't been involved in a daily exercise routine&lt;br /&gt;since probably april of&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-weight: bold;"&gt; last year&lt;/span&gt;. also the event is in &lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.5 weeks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;(March 26th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hence the need for a shorter distance and i'll use this as a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #66cccc; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;stepping stone&lt;/span&gt; to getting back into a regular exercise routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i honestly love working out esp. running&lt;br /&gt;(well, the high i get after a good run)&lt;br /&gt;and lifting weights but i am convinced that&lt;br /&gt;broadening my horizons (i.e. cycling and swimming)&lt;br /&gt;will be awesome for me and i won't be allowed to get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #993399; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;so, here's to working&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;hard and having fun doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-i'm going to be using the BYU facilities to get my work out on (bc it's cheap!)&lt;br /&gt;and i realized it's very hard to find the information on &lt;span style="color: #66cccc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;free play&lt;/span&gt; in the RB/SFH online&lt;br /&gt;so i will be posting my discoveries on all the wonderful services that are available for students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4170440966600278982?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4170440966600278982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4170440966600278982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4170440966600278982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4170440966600278982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2011/03/splash-n-dash.html' title='splash &apos;n&apos; dash'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8847159297809899013</id><published>2011-01-31T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:32:50.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Cambria"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 10pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;going thru some old stuff on my computer and found this. love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;You are loved&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I know sometimes you doubt it,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And you don’t hear it often enough&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But, know this one thing as you walk this earth;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You are loved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;In your finest hours and weakest moments&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You are loved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Covered with dirt or fresh from your bath,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Respected, rejected, defamed or acclaimed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You are loved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You may wear that love proudly as a red flower,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Or keep it silent as cat whiskers,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;But one thing you may never do with that love,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Is doubt it. This is your guarantee&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And your obligation,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Because as surely as you live&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You are loved.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Special tribute to Myrtle and Norman Wilcox at hill family reunion july 3, 1994&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TUdikvhTLEI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_cYcC0EC8rw/s1600/sc0005a3d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TUdikvhTLEI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_cYcC0EC8rw/s400/sc0005a3d0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568527847637855298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8847159297809899013?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/8847159297809899013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=8847159297809899013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8847159297809899013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8847159297809899013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-are-loved.html' title='you are loved'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TUdikvhTLEI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_cYcC0EC8rw/s72-c/sc0005a3d0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8683184778375416091</id><published>2011-01-31T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:16:15.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i just found this old sonnet that i wrote for my senior year literature class in high school and i laughed my head off. it probably only makes sense to me or those who know about this particular situation i've had with a certain friend who has wanted more than friendship for  long time. o man, just brought back so many funny memories!! i was going for satire...so ya its a little weird to make sense of. lol lol lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;style&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoHeader, li.MsoHeader, div.MsoHeader { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }span.HeaderChar {  }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s the look he gives when ev’rything’s wrong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That gentle touch that makes it seem okay&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The smile on his face when he hears your song&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You fade at the things that face can convey.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He never laughs when you make a mistake&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those cries make him want to make it better&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your day was bad so he made you a cake&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On top of it you find his love letter&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You read his words, his voice speaks to your heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your feelings grow, he insists he loves you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those gentle words are like an abstract art&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have his constant pleadings made a breakthrough?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then you recall his unusual shrine…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet something tells him it will all be fine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoHeader, li.MsoHeader, div.MsoHeader { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }span.HeaderChar {  }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8683184778375416091?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/8683184778375416091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=8683184778375416091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8683184778375416091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8683184778375416091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny-stuff.html' title='funny stuff'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6403103889039476020</id><published>2011-01-12T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:09:47.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alexson baby bump =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS56QNkoJRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/qVdJvzZFeJI/s1600/DSC_8283_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS56QNkoJRI/AAAAAAAAAtI/qVdJvzZFeJI/s400/DSC_8283_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561517008788923666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^^kinda weird and way random, i know....lol^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS56P5jZCKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uDAGWSMB5Yk/s1600/DSC_8282_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS56P5jZCKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/uDAGWSMB5Yk/s400/DSC_8282_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561517003415029922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS56PWWSizI/AAAAAAAAAs4/SjFVTP-jEhE/s1600/DSC_8281_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS541DOtAsI/AAAAAAAAAro/D8oKF_oNQuY/s400/DSC_8230_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561515442644517570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5ehrblz0I/AAAAAAAAArg/N39ydAkfnpk/s1600/DSC_8229_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5ehrblz0I/AAAAAAAAArg/N39ydAkfnpk/s400/DSC_8229_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561486522536283970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5ehXWpvLI/AAAAAAAAArY/kHSqufiMfkc/s1600/DSC_8228_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5ehXWpvLI/AAAAAAAAArY/kHSqufiMfkc/s400/DSC_8228_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561486517146860722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5eg2NOQOI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mSRuHdf8hOw/s1600/DSC_8225_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5eg2NOQOI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mSRuHdf8hOw/s400/DSC_8225_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561486508248940770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5egtofBcI/AAAAAAAAArI/ioOFviWBhdI/s1600/DSC_8223_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5egtofBcI/AAAAAAAAArI/ioOFviWBhdI/s400/DSC_8223_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561486505947366850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5egb6LxnI/AAAAAAAAArA/tFgV4SMMnmE/s1600/DSC_8222_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5egb6LxnI/AAAAAAAAArA/tFgV4SMMnmE/s400/DSC_8222_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561486501189764722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5YiyW5FgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/wiEuoAfVhdQ/s1600/DSC_8221_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5YiyW5FgI/AAAAAAAAAq4/wiEuoAfVhdQ/s400/DSC_8221_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561479944505726466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5Yik5OFII/AAAAAAAAAqw/q964b4L9ia8/s1600/DSC_8215_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5Yik5OFII/AAAAAAAAAqw/q964b4L9ia8/s400/DSC_8215_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561479940891612290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5YiMOZd0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/SYUB0Jx6XVk/s1600/DSC_8213_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5YiMOZd0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/SYUB0Jx6XVk/s400/DSC_8213_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561479934269552450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5YhT5uOyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/bzaXdPJn9Lc/s1600/DSC_8212_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5YhT5uOyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/bzaXdPJn9Lc/s400/DSC_8212_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561479919150447394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5Yg2EuE8I/AAAAAAAAAqY/IiWifcd5Wvs/s1600/DSC_8210_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5Yg2EuE8I/AAAAAAAAAqY/IiWifcd5Wvs/s400/DSC_8210_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561479911143510978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;^^ love&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5XdWxiJVI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uygxVYB0bFc/s1600/DSC_8206_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5XdWxiJVI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uygxVYB0bFc/s400/DSC_8206_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561478751690302802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5XdN63k4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/BJHMSZCsOmM/s1600/DSC_8204_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5XdN63k4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/BJHMSZCsOmM/s400/DSC_8204_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561478749313536898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5XcnUOoSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/X0sOnfv8qfQ/s1600/DSC_8203_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5XcnUOoSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/X0sOnfv8qfQ/s400/DSC_8203_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561478738950922530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5XcXUREZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/tl45x14Fogo/s1600/DSC_8202_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5XcXUREZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/tl45x14Fogo/s400/DSC_8202_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561478734656115090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5WUoNNNyI/AAAAAAAAApo/HA2HFqe4Ehg/s1600/DSC_8200_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5WUoNNNyI/AAAAAAAAApo/HA2HFqe4Ehg/s400/DSC_8200_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561477502239323938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5WUeJhWWI/AAAAAAAAApg/sHxj7X7wKd4/s1600/DSC_8199_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5WUeJhWWI/AAAAAAAAApg/sHxj7X7wKd4/s400/DSC_8199_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561477499539511650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5WUKrzjbI/AAAAAAAAApY/eDSQnaRYUwI/s1600/DSC_8196_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5WUKrzjbI/AAAAAAAAApY/eDSQnaRYUwI/s400/DSC_8196_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561477494314601906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5WT7CplaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fImwc_-O43M/s1600/DSC_8195_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5WT7CplaI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fImwc_-O43M/s400/DSC_8195_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561477490115450274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5WTa8uDsI/AAAAAAAAApI/7FzowWvXIHE/s1600/DSC_8194_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5WTa8uDsI/AAAAAAAAApI/7FzowWvXIHE/s400/DSC_8194_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561477481500643010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5VkPwLMOI/AAAAAAAAApA/2NKeLJ2B23M/s1600/DSC_8191_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5VkPwLMOI/AAAAAAAAApA/2NKeLJ2B23M/s400/DSC_8191_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561476671041384674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5VjxT13KI/AAAAAAAAAo4/5wABL6b8WCg/s1600/DSC_8190_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5VjxT13KI/AAAAAAAAAo4/5wABL6b8WCg/s400/DSC_8190_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561476662869482658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5Vjhs66cI/AAAAAAAAAow/JFttj5ChTzw/s1600/DSC_8188_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5Vjhs66cI/AAAAAAAAAow/JFttj5ChTzw/s400/DSC_8188_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561476658679704002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5VjVCLauI/AAAAAAAAAoo/84VTredTBgc/s1600/DSC_8187_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5VjVCLauI/AAAAAAAAAoo/84VTredTBgc/s400/DSC_8187_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561476655279205090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5Viz9SgfI/AAAAAAAAAog/xqs7YluBqX8/s1600/DSC_8185_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5Viz9SgfI/AAAAAAAAAog/xqs7YluBqX8/s400/DSC_8185_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561476646400328178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5UQ8v5zkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Kb99TBHmwMc/s1600/DSC_8184_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5UQ8v5zkI/AAAAAAAAAoY/Kb99TBHmwMc/s400/DSC_8184_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561475240010829378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fave ugg pic ^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5UQtDrkYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/X1qU3yWFg6c/s1600/DSC_8181_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5UQtDrkYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/X1qU3yWFg6c/s400/DSC_8181_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561475235798815106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5UQd38wSI/AAAAAAAAAoI/No1k8tsncoQ/s1600/DSC_8178_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5UQd38wSI/AAAAAAAAAoI/No1k8tsncoQ/s400/DSC_8178_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561475231723077922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5UP_aqEsI/AAAAAAAAAoA/lRYLItY8Z-w/s1600/DSC_8177_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5UP_aqEsI/AAAAAAAAAoA/lRYLItY8Z-w/s400/DSC_8177_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561475223547155138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5UPpSu_3I/AAAAAAAAAn4/u1nXH03ynv8/s1600/DSC_8175_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5UPpSu_3I/AAAAAAAAAn4/u1nXH03ynv8/s400/DSC_8175_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561475217608343410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5SsEdTunI/AAAAAAAAAnw/q0fTmdb91i8/s1600/DSC_8174_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5SsEdTunI/AAAAAAAAAnw/q0fTmdb91i8/s400/DSC_8174_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561473506913532530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5Srs_tPDI/AAAAAAAAAno/kKccGdtb3RY/s1600/DSC_8173_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5Srs_tPDI/AAAAAAAAAno/kKccGdtb3RY/s400/DSC_8173_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561473500615359538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i freaking love this one^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5SrTHbaSI/AAAAAAAAAng/NDUci_8-fmY/s1600/DSC_8172_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5SrTHbaSI/AAAAAAAAAng/NDUci_8-fmY/s400/DSC_8172_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561473493668423970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/TS5SrJ7WqDI/AAAAAAAAAnY/vgwjUc8V51o/s1600/DSC_8171_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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I'm so thankful for this great country where we are free to worship in the way we choose and every person has an equal right to an education. i also love this university and am so incredibly grateful for the opportunity i have to attend classes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God Bless America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9ETrr-XHBjE?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2205846271167232593?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2205846271167232593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8063135188110815704</id><published>2011-01-06T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:54:08.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fix you.</title><content type='html'>i have officially decided to start up my blog again. its more of a venting tool than anything else but hey, i'm sure more good will come out of it than just that. let me explain my terrible horrible no good very bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5:30am&lt;/span&gt;-alarm went off but iPod was on silent. needless to say i do not wake up to a lit up iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7:38am&lt;/span&gt;-the light outside my bedroom window woke me up in a panic. class at 8 with an assignment due that i planned on doing at 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7:40am&lt;/span&gt;-read an e-mail from terrace management answering my question about parking. apparently i am not allowed to park near my apartment bc there are no spots left. so, on top of racing to class i must now move my car to avoid getting a ticket/boot/tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7:50am&lt;/span&gt;-out the door with a hat to cover my dirty hair. thank goodness i didn't forget pants or something really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7:51am&lt;/span&gt;-got to my car only to find that every window was covered in ice and no longer transparent. scraped ice off most of windshield...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;7:53am&lt;/span&gt;-parked my car on the street (only 1hr parking allowed) and promptly ran up the stairs to class knowing that i would be right back after class to move my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;8:02am&lt;/span&gt;-made it to the classroom after getting lost in the BNSN building and sat down. luckily, class started late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9:00am&lt;/span&gt;-after meeting up with Alex we walked down to my car to move it only to find a little yellow envelope under my windshield wiper courtesy of the Provo Justice Department (or something ridiculous like that). $25 parking ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;at this point I'm close to either profanity or tears however my amazing brother can ALWAYS make me laugh&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;9:15am&lt;/span&gt;-parked my car in the place where Alex had parked his truck (thank goodness for older brothers) and slowly made my way to my next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;10:00am&lt;/span&gt;-got to class on time :) this class, however, is the biggest waste of my time and in my mind has no merit. o but wait, I can't drop it. yes I MUST take this class. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;once again I am close to tears. so close, in fact, that when I call my dad to tell him all this nonsense I start crying&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so my day wasn't completely terrible. tho i will refer to this 3 hr time frame as the morning from hell, the rest of my day wasn't all bad. and then i come home and listen to possibly my favorite song of all time. it's called "fix you" by coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;this morning i felt completely stuck in reverse. even tho this morning was crappy, and this semester is going to be possibly the hardest thing i ever do, if i never try i'll never know. life is hard. and stressful. and difficult sometimes. there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. it's called the weekend :) but seriously tho, i was forced to look on the brighter side of things today bc if i didn't i would have curled up in a ball on the ground or something. i was texting one of my friends complaining about everything today and he said things like "that stinks but that ticket could have been for a lot more" "count your blessings, they far outweigh your trials" he said somethin else i can't remember but my response was "ok, now you just sound like a fortune cookie" and although i poked fun at him a little, i'm grateful for his non-enabling (pretty sure that word doesn't exist but it makes sense to me) and non-sympathetic attitude. without his comments i would have had a worse day than i did.&lt;br /&gt;so, thanks friend. i think i'll keep you around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8063135188110815704?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/8063135188110815704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=8063135188110815704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8063135188110815704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8063135188110815704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2011/01/fix-you.html' title='fix you.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4692174250841521456</id><published>2010-04-11T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:30:17.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>longing for...</title><content type='html'>florida. o how i miss you! i miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;laying on the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having full (and free) access to a pool and two fantastic water parks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;working outside every single day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the opportunity to play in disney parks for free&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;humidity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;florida thunder and lightning storms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving in the rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walmart trips with my roommates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;honestly the best summer of my life, with a few exceptions, but man o man i miss florida sooo much! i want to live on a FL beach one day, soaking up the rays and having an awesome tan! my only wish is that i had taken more advantage of it while i had the chance! but alas, i didn't. still, it was an amazing summer. who knows, maybe i'll go back and work for disney again one day! there was one girl in my program that was on her 4th, yes 4th disney college program!! that's nuts! i could definitely do two but no more than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S8IGjfi64aI/AAAAAAAAAmU/yakC2vsytyA/s1600/DSCN1741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S8IGhDDc7HI/AAAAAAAAAl0/cQWwmWB1hsw/s320/DSCN1558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458932863151697010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4692174250841521456?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4692174250841521456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4692174250841521456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4692174250841521456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4692174250841521456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2010/04/longing-for.html' title='longing for...'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S8IGjfi64aI/AAAAAAAAAmU/yakC2vsytyA/s72-c/DSCN1741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5926637753220406677</id><published>2010-02-26T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:19:21.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>disneyland in (half) a day</title><content type='html'>apparently my parents and i LOVE disneyland. so much so that we left vegas on a friday morning, arrived in anaheim around 1 and proceeded straight to the front gates of the happiest place on earth. o ya and it was pretty much pouring rain when we got there. we had been watching the weather reports and knew that california was getting lots of rain so, like any logical person would, we thought,"why not go to disneyland?? there won't be any lines!" lucky for us it only poured a few times and for no more than 10 minutes. just enough to hold off the normal crowd, but not nearly enough to keep us away! it was great, we had everything done that we wanted to in about 5 hours. here's what we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;bee line to corn dog cart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;indiana jones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pirates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looked for a churro cart (NONE were open. disappointed.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shooting exposition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched people make candy at the candy palace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate the most wonderful cookies in all the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buzz lightyear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;matterhorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;golden horseshoe chicken nuggets and chili cheese fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;billy hill and the hillbillies (i got lots of weird looks from the main guy. i swear every show he picks out a random woman to try and make feel uncomfortable. he succeeded)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buzz lightyear part 2 (o, in case you were wondering-i was the champion both times. ya. i'm awesome)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shopped on mainstreet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walked to hotel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;it was a pretty fantastic day if i do say so myself! PLUS we didn't even get that wet! thank goodness for umbrellas!! ok, here are some pics (i really should have taken more!!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4ocyAD_UaI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ejV2GIjnZlo/s1600-h/DSCN2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4ocyAD_UaI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ejV2GIjnZlo/s320/DSCN2004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443194744966435234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4qzUKVbrJI/AAAAAAAAAls/k-V4xKjybsk/s1600-h/DSCN2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4qzUKVbrJI/AAAAAAAAAls/k-V4xKjybsk/s320/DSCN2005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443360258583669906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4qzTmhdxDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GXhDgzUxKRg/s1600-h/DSCN2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4qzTmhdxDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GXhDgzUxKRg/s320/DSCN2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443360248970462258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4qzTHgTDhI/AAAAAAAAAlc/KUoXampkf-0/s1600-h/DSCN2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4qzTHgTDhI/AAAAAAAAAlc/KUoXampkf-0/s320/DSCN2008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443360240644066834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4oc2Y5fNPI/AAAAAAAAAlU/mey1SVx5NYw/s1600-h/DSCN2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4oc2Y5fNPI/AAAAAAAAAlU/mey1SVx5NYw/s320/DSCN2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443194820352750834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4oc1fxSZMI/AAAAAAAAAlM/9kwUoJ05LD4/s1600-h/DSCN2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4oc1fxSZMI/AAAAAAAAAlM/9kwUoJ05LD4/s320/DSCN2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443194805017535682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4oc0eHQhWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nKuYUMNrr4Y/s1600-h/DSCN2022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4oc0eHQhWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/nKuYUMNrr4Y/s320/DSCN2022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443194787392947554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4ocy4tQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAk8/cIHzn2EEirE/s1600-h/DSCN2023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4ocy4tQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAk8/cIHzn2EEirE/s320/DSCN2023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443194760171944610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5926637753220406677?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5926637753220406677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5926637753220406677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5926637753220406677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5926637753220406677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2010/02/disneyland-in-half-day.html' title='disneyland in (half) a day'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4ocyAD_UaI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ejV2GIjnZlo/s72-c/DSCN2004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2069624303055415338</id><published>2010-02-26T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:55:57.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon a las medianoche (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya this was back in.....november? yes. awesome. well, we had a mommy daughter date to the midnight showing of new moon. surprisingly, the crowd didn't purely consist of moms and 12 year old girls. i actually ran into way more familiar faces than i wanted to. i think midnight showings (regardless of the movie) are just the cool thing to do in high school, and if you werent there then you had nothing to talk about the next day cuz it was on the minds of EVERYONE around you. o ya, i still remember when i didn't go to the 2nd pirates movie at midnight. i felt like  school the next day was basically a waste of my time. anyway, im not in high school anymore therefore i went to this midnight showing purely because i wanted to =] me, mom, sis. lythgoe, and jessie had quite the exciting time standing in line! (this is not a joke) i bought the tickets like.....we'll just say a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;few&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; weeks in advance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i made team jacob t-shirts the night before. ok, maybe i was a little too excited but, its whatevs. i'm glad i did it! so here are some photos of us showin off our team spirit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_x5RZVLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/m8KU5myJ7gY/s1600-h/DSCN1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_x5RZVLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/m8KU5myJ7gY/s320/DSCN1977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442670276097168562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no it does not!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_ygf7X3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/6fhIBb9xnBk/s1600-h/DSCN1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_ygf7X3I/AAAAAAAAAj0/6fhIBb9xnBk/s320/DSCN1979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442670286627102578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for cutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_zHGrIMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mdIGULeWqYw/s1600-h/DSCN1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_zHGrIMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mdIGULeWqYw/s320/DSCN1980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442670296990163138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ya. we just love him. its no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_z20Y9KI/AAAAAAAAAkE/eIJeNqv8b04/s1600-h/DSCN1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_z20Y9KI/AAAAAAAAAkE/eIJeNqv8b04/s320/DSCN1982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442670309798376610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow they're excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_0rQL_1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Y_6Yz97aAjg/s1600-h/DSCN1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_0rQL_1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Y_6Yz97aAjg/s320/DSCN1985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442670323873611602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not as excited as us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4hCJisej3I/AAAAAAAAAkU/-6BL-tRDrE8/s1600-h/DSCN1986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4hCJisej3I/AAAAAAAAAkU/-6BL-tRDrE8/s320/DSCN1986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442672881376857970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute mommy daughter pics =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4hCKPgxSNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/tri8vtcICKc/s1600-h/DSCN1987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4hCKPgxSNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/tri8vtcICKc/s320/DSCN1987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442672893407348946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4hCKpOR_WI/AAAAAAAAAkk/_GtxvNLCiPo/s1600-h/DSCN1988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4hCKpOR_WI/AAAAAAAAAkk/_GtxvNLCiPo/s320/DSCN1988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442672900309122402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4hCLS2p_VI/AAAAAAAAAks/8Brm0jrEkFw/s1600-h/DSCN1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4hCLS2p_VI/AAAAAAAAAks/8Brm0jrEkFw/s320/DSCN1990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442672911484321106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L7 weeny!!!! she had to take a nap before it started!!! that's just not the way you do a midnight movie. come on, jess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2069624303055415338?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2069624303055415338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=2069624303055415338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2069624303055415338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2069624303055415338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-moon-las-medianoche.html' title='new moon a las medianoche (?)'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/S4g_x5RZVLI/AAAAAAAAAjs/m8KU5myJ7gY/s72-c/DSCN1977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-7535800892797373659</id><published>2010-02-26T13:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:24:36.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too long</title><content type='html'>has it been too long? i guess the term 'too long' is up for interpretation. however, most would say (including my sisters) that it has been FAR too long since my last blog post. sorry. here's to you jecka and allyrae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i hope i don't lose my motivation. i have lots to catch up on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o crap my mom just started jumping up and down (yes, literally jumping) because she saw that i'm posting again. lol didn't know it was that exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-7535800892797373659?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/7535800892797373659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=7535800892797373659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7535800892797373659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7535800892797373659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-long.html' title='too long'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5394849072544679999</id><published>2010-01-03T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:51:00.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o how i wish people weren't as fake as they are. what's wrong with just telling people the truth? if you don't like someone, just tell them and don't act like you're the best of friends every time you see them cuz chances are they know you're faking. you're not doing them any favors by pretending to be a friend. just because the social norm is to make everyone feel all warm inside doesn't mean you should lie to someone's face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5394849072544679999?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5394849072544679999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5394849072544679999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5394849072544679999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5394849072544679999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-how-i-wish-people-werent-as-fake-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4968761181279003639</id><published>2009-11-19T12:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:43:17.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something wrong with this picture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Hi, my name is Jane.&lt;br /&gt;*I am in my forties.&lt;br /&gt;*I recently married a 26 year old.&lt;br /&gt;*My son is 22.&lt;br /&gt;*I have received food stamps in the last six months.&lt;br /&gt;*I have received unemployment from the government in the past six months.&lt;br /&gt;*I have three jobs (two of which I've had for at least the past six months).&lt;br /&gt;*I fully expect the government to give me money.&lt;br /&gt;*On a recent weekly grocery shopping trip I spent $178.&lt;br /&gt;*I eat ONLY organic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Recently I spent over $40 at Bath&amp;amp;Body Works on things that I absolutely do not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is in fact a real person. i learned all of this about her after talking to her for only about half an hour. i can't help but cringe when i think that this is probably how a lot of america thinks. you're destitute enough to convince the government to give you food stamps but you're hoity toity enough to only eat ORGANIC??? (which, by the way, is just more expensive because they use horse poop instead of fertilizer.) you get "free" money from the government when you, in reality, have no right to it?? where do you think that money is coming from? the big magic endless supply from obama's secret stash?? NO! it comes from people in America who actually work for their own living and pay their stinking taxes! what is happening that makes people think it is ok to take money from the federal government (well, from taxpayers, actually) that they would not need if they would simply live within their means? am i the only one who thinks this just might be a problem?? trust me, i could go on and on. i just want to say that there is something seriously wrong with this country if the majority of people are thinking this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the 'obama stash' thing from this little beauty. just have a listen and you tell me that we're not in some serious trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOZ-Etb0k0Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOZ-Etb0k0Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one word:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4968761181279003639?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4968761181279003639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4968761181279003639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4968761181279003639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4968761181279003639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-wrong-with-this-picture.html' title='something wrong with this picture?'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-7704498620498766494</id><published>2009-11-17T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:49:13.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freakin excited...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok i know i'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a middle-aged soccer mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but wow i cannot tell you how terribly excited i am for new moon! yes, i will definitely be one of those &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;crazies&lt;/span&gt; in green valley ranch at 10 o'clock thursday night just waiting for my perfect seat in the theater. literally i cannot wait. i still haven't decided if i want to go all out and make t-shirts or just be a "normal" person who just goes so that they can see all the OTHER women going crazy when in reality they are the ones screaming at the tops of their lungs when jacob first comes on the screen wearing nothing but denim shorts. ok, maybe i'm a little too excited for that? (some jacob fans would say that's not possible, but i'm partially sane so i say it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;here's to hoping the movie doesn't disappoint!!&lt;br /&gt;o and here's some trailers for those who didn't have the opportunity (or desire) to bask in the awesomness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um basically i'm pretty sure this movie will make me a jacob fan once and for all. edward is freaky in this movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dakota fanning as a vampire?!??!?!? gonna be sooo awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs79_5n848Q&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bs79_5n848Q&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-7704498620498766494?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/7704498620498766494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=7704498620498766494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7704498620498766494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7704498620498766494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/11/freakin-excited.html' title='freakin excited...'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-261710938766018976</id><published>2009-11-14T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:09:55.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gas can</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blitzusa.com/products/fuel/Containment/enviroflo/80005%201+%20Enviro-FloGas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 427px; height: 473px;" src="http://www.blitzusa.com/products/fuel/Containment/enviroflo/80005%201+%20Enviro-FloGas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny story: i drove up to utah on wednesday. when i drive up there starting with a full tank of gas i usually end up with a little less than a quarter of the tank by the time i get to provo. well the light telling me my car was on empty came on on thursday, but i never take that thing too seriously. i can always get like 20 miles out of it AFTER the light comes on. plus one time i drove it for so long that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;maint req'd &lt;/span&gt;light came on. i was kinda worried when it did so i looked in the manual and it said that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;maint req'd&lt;/span&gt; light would come on when the gas tank was nearly empty. so i'm up in utah fully expecting the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;maint req'd&lt;/span&gt; light to come on before i actually would have to fill up. well, on friday morning after lynds and i left alex and allison's place i made it to about 100 No. and Freedom when my car started acting really strange, like it was choking or something. i pressed on the gas but it would brake and stutter and then all the warning lights on the dash lit up and the car wouldn't move another inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had run out of gas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so, lynds and i took a little adventure and walked to the nearest gas station i could think of-the 7 eleven at 500 No. University. No, it wasn't very long of a walk but lynds was in light pajama pants, flip flops, and a t-shirt and it was about 45 degrees and she was NOT happy. i just had to laugh most of the time cuz i felt so stupid. well, we made the trek to 7 eleven, all the while hoping some nice mormon people would realize we needed gas and would give us a ride (that did not happen....). we walked in, wind blown and red-nosed, asked the guy for a gas can (which ended up being $9.06: rip off...), went to the pump, filled the gas can, and started back to the car. on top of all of this there were like 5 boys at the gas station filling up their cars sitting there watching us with our stupid little 1 gallon gas can. apparently chivalry is dead. o well. got back to the car. took like 7 minutes trying to figure out how the spout worked. emptied the gas can into the car and put it in the trunk (my car still smells like gas from that thing). got in, prayed the car would start and make it to the gas station. it did. happy day, right? if nothing else, it was a learning experience i guess. i learned to not let my car run out of gas, especially not while you're in utah cuz there's not a gas station on every corner! but, i'm pretty sure i already knew that letting your car run out of gas is a bad thing. i guess i really learned that you should probably fill up BEFORE the empty light comes on!! novel concept, right??? but you can't completely blame me, i got my knack for letting the car drain the gas tank before filling it up from my mom. i suppose the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree. also, i guess if that hadn't happened i wouldn't have anything to blog about right now! regardless, it was one of those little adventures that i don't have a desire to repeat.   &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-261710938766018976?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/261710938766018976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=261710938766018976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/261710938766018976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/261710938766018976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/11/gas-can.html' title='gas can'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4249482247825492072</id><published>2009-11-07T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T20:15:13.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;energy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fluff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scruff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our new little ragamuffin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far her names are:&lt;br /&gt;tigger*&lt;br /&gt;buttercup&lt;br /&gt;yoda&lt;br /&gt;reese's peanut butter cup&lt;br /&gt;yoda-cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i think we're gonna stick with tigger-she's very bouncy and energetic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SvZE5cxAmdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/eonnyILmFzs/s1600-h/DSCN2864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SvZE5cxAmdI/AAAAAAAAAjg/eonnyILmFzs/s400/DSCN2864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401580556842473938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/11/grab-new-myspace-layout.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-650748356460895301</id><published>2009-11-06T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:01:04.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B&amp;B doesn't just stand for bed and breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/3175757836_d7b158c9ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/3175757836_d7b158c9ea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am officially a bath and body works associate!! &lt;/span&gt;WOO!! today was my first day. we watched a training video for about 3 hours then went onto the sales floor which was more fun than i expected it to be. even though i felt mostly awkward just standing there and interrupting peoples' shopping experiences, it was nice to work in a place that is well-stocked, well-organized, and kept clean. its amazing how cleanliness can change your mood!! and although i had a ferocious hunger after getting off work i was pretty positive about my day (after i had had some food OF COURSE). bath and body works seems like a fun company to work for, not to mention my 30% discount on merchandise (that includes victoria's secret!). all in all i am pretty excited about this new job opportunity and excited to work with a new company. i will, however, be looking for another job so that i can stay busy. maybe aeropostale or american eagle...? hopefully all will work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- in case anyone was wondering- my favorite fragrance as of right now is black raspberry vanilla followed closely by midnight pomegranate. they're both pretty fruity-maybe my taste explains my personality a little =] &amp;amp; i love their c.o bigelo lip glosses-so far i've tried the cinnamint and the mentha minty one (whatever its called). i'm looking forward to trying the butterscotch and hot chocolate holiday lip glosses as well =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nanashi-inc.net/weblog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/outlet-bathandbody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://nanashi-inc.net/weblog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/outlet-bathandbody.jpg" alt="" 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stand for bed and breakfast'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/3175757836_d7b158c9ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6293986328005982133</id><published>2009-10-23T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T14:43:38.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"you are better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;than you think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you are. you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can do more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;than you think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6293986328005982133?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6293986328005982133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6293986328005982133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6293986328005982133'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we move along the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;straight and narrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;path is not as important &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as the direction in which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we are traveling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-1353083985128044540?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/1353083985128044540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=1353083985128044540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/1353083985128044540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/1353083985128044540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/10/speed-with-which-we-move-along-straight.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-7878057205086929671</id><published>2009-10-16T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:45:14.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where will i be in 5-10 years?</title><content type='html'>one of my really good friends from high school is on a mission right now in tokyo, japan. we have been writing pretty much his entire mission and in the last letter i got from him he asked me all sorts of serious adult-type questions that really made me think. among them were: "where do u want to be in 5 years? in 10 years? what do u desire the most, what would you do anything for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; seriously? do i actually have to think about all that right now? well, its college so i guess there really is no time better to think about the future than right now. i wish i had saved what i wrote to him so i could just type it up but sadly i already sent it, so memory will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in 5 years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to have graduated college&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to be married (though i'm not sure how long this will take, its not like a have to be married 5 years from now in order to be ok with my life)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if i'm not married, i want to be the kind of person that a temple-worthy returned missionary would want to marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to have started my family, but not if i'm still in school (basically i don't want to be pregnant while i'm in school)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to live somewhere other than utah or las vegas (though henderson is growing on me..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to have travelled back to italy, to south america, and possibly africa (to do service)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in 10 years:&lt;br /&gt;(ps-i'll be almost 30...weirdness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to be raising my children with love and righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to be attending the temple regularly (at least every other week)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to own my own house and be financially stable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want to have a closer relationship with my Heavenly Father and the Savior&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;now for the tough one. what is the one thing that i would do anything for? i want to be at complete peace with myself and the things that i have done with my life. i want to have eternal happiness, not temporal happiness or momentary thrills but eternal and lasting happiness and that is something that i would do anything and give everything for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-7878057205086929671?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/7878057205086929671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4686480576545146619</id><published>2009-10-15T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:37:18.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that i love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;talking to old friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;writing to missionaries on the other side of the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting an assignment done only to realize that there's another one due tomorrow...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my niece and nephew puppies: coco and bentley &amp;amp; the fact that they get so excited when i walk thru the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"house"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the feeling of peace after making a really hard decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realizing that love is more powerful than fear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my AE skinny jeans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting over a sickness and feeling better than before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my strengthening marriage&amp;amp;family class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crying until my eyes go dry (afterwards i get a headache but sometimes a girl just needs to cry ya know?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;halloween decorations/party planning/candy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being in a home where the Spirit resides&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hair ties around my wrists&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lyndsey's attitude and outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;driving with the windows rolled down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;naps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"the biggest loser"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;italy/italian (or maybe i'm LEARNING to love that language....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fall colors on Y mountain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;light at the end of the tunnel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;staying in bed and extra 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling loved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"lie to me"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my new iPod touch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing with tink&amp;amp;bentley's puppies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;professors that truly care about what they're teaching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the book of mormon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;picking up the pieces left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wearing sweatshirts and dangly earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;knowing i have people in my life that would do almost anything for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looking to the future instead of the past&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being happy. not the happiest i've ever been, but happier than i was before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feeling like an adult because i now have a checkbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my new adventure as myself and nothing else (now to figure out what exactly being 'myself' means)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4227724349404904390</id><published>2009-07-30T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:16:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just thought i'd put captions on the photos below =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4227724349404904390?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4227724349404904390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4227724349404904390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you....</title><content type='html'>it has been a pretty crazy summer here and i can't believe that it's almost over already. i LOVE florida, i LOVE working instead of going to school, i LOVE my friends here, i LOVE my life here in general. i could do without all the annoying guests asking me the same dumb question 15 million times but that's what you get when you work for the mouse. i'm honestly so so sad that i have to leave this place but i am looking forward to mountains, a lack of humidity, family, friends, and being able to straighten my hair again!! it will be a bittersweet end to my great summer here, but life moves on and i guess i have to as well. i feel like i've learned a lot about myself, other people, and life in general while i've been here. for one thing i know my house will always be clean, i can't stand messes all over (something i've had to live with the past 3 months). i've realized that in a lot of ways people are stupider than i think they are but they are also smarter than i give them credit for sometimes (i don't expect that to really make sense to anyone but me). anyway, i've learned a lot here and i don't have any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;so since i haven't blogged in so long i'm just going to put up some pics of this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and the mouse himself! never realized that we're the same height......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x_C1eqPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/_QfxmYOCZqg/s1600-h/DSCN1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x_C1eqPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/_QfxmYOCZqg/s400/DSCN1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363560640384248050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awesome rocker poses (while waiting in line for rockin' roller coaster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x-_TbQVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/X7mOdEXxksg/s1600-h/DSCN1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x-_TbQVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/X7mOdEXxksg/s400/DSCN1583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363560639436112210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of the great movie ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x-f1mC7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/TMVmgwpjlsA/s1600-h/DSCN1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x-f1mC7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/TMVmgwpjlsA/s400/DSCN1563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363560630989491122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary faces for tower of terror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x93He-EI/AAAAAAAAAf0/pDu_k6xPryM/s1600-h/DSCN1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x93He-EI/AAAAAAAAAf0/pDu_k6xPryM/s400/DSCN1558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363560620058671170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinderella's castle =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x9sRyP1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/zTIPLsn8HNE/s1600-h/DSCN1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x9sRyP1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/zTIPLsn8HNE/s400/DSCN1539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363560617149087570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw typhoon lagoon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8zOD3kO6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/SwW4E1Kzmso/s1600-h/DSCN1654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8zOD3kO6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/SwW4E1Kzmso/s400/DSCN1654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363561997871102882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jessica dad and mom in front of the golf ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8zN86jj3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/5j3rtjjpqbg/s1600-h/DSCN0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8zN86jj3I/AAAAAAAAAgs/5j3rtjjpqbg/s400/DSCN0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363561996004593522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;editted pic of jessica and i in animal kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8zNlINQWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ezQmREqeQ7Y/s1600-h/DSC_5715_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8zNlINQWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/ezQmREqeQ7Y/s400/DSC_5715_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363561989619401058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the family =] (best surprise EVER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8zNMTLsnI/AAAAAAAAAgc/L-UmM7U3hB4/s1600-h/DSCN0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8zNMTLsnI/AAAAAAAAAgc/L-UmM7U3hB4/s400/DSCN0943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363561982954549874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry we did this a lot when they were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8zMw7X4PI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jq0mVizlIFs/s1600-h/DSCN1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8zMw7X4PI/AAAAAAAAAgU/jq0mVizlIFs/s400/DSCN1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363561975606927602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hollywood studios on 4th of july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm80N3OpR3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/uLDHCjNcNAM/s1600-h/DSCN1683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm80N3OpR3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/uLDHCjNcNAM/s400/DSCN1683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363563093989869426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shanae and i at planet hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm80Nnc9QmI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0TEjTg5akmo/s1600-h/DSCN1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm80Nnc9QmI/AAAAAAAAAhU/0TEjTg5akmo/s400/DSCN1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363563089754931810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini golf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm80NehsjqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OSH6YOYz_qI/s1600-h/DSCN1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm80NehsjqI/AAAAAAAAAhM/OSH6YOYz_qI/s400/DSCN1667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363563087358889634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and michelle at daytons beach-notice the awesome work tan lines!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm80NLePfiI/AAAAAAAAAhE/uRdxcZaUEqo/s1600-h/DSCN1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm80NLePfiI/AAAAAAAAAhE/uRdxcZaUEqo/s400/DSCN1659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363563082244128290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary storm coming in to daytona beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm80M0JpuCI/AAAAAAAAAg8/l1IXKmWlp4o/s1600-h/DSCN1661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm80M0JpuCI/AAAAAAAAAg8/l1IXKmWlp4o/s400/DSCN1661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363563075983751202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my vin diesel look-a-like lol =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm81ZR9XT9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/_BIPCPTFoT8/s1600-h/DSCN1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm81ZR9XT9I/AAAAAAAAAiE/_BIPCPTFoT8/s400/DSCN1716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363564389655334866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant coke-took this for sis. lythgoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm81ZKSIZEI/AAAAAAAAAh8/palCz817jLI/s1600-h/DSCN1713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm81ZKSIZEI/AAAAAAAAAh8/palCz817jLI/s400/DSCN1713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363564387594953794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soarin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm81Yu1WJaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/POIJ-U4zRoA/s1600-h/DSCN1712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm81Yu1WJaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/POIJ-U4zRoA/s400/DSCN1712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363564380226463138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carousel in MK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm81YIagk8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/9dPMBkKmPXs/s1600-h/DSCN1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm81YIagk8I/AAAAAAAAAhs/9dPMBkKmPXs/s400/DSCN1704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363564369913353154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pluto in hollywood studios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm81X38H8nI/AAAAAAAAAhk/V3DwDGA0YNY/s1600-h/DSCN1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm81X38H8nI/AAAAAAAAAhk/V3DwDGA0YNY/s400/DSCN1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363564365490942578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clearwater beach-AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm82NxrJ5BI/AAAAAAAAAic/k6JX4f6Wd2w/s1600-h/DSCN1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm82NxrJ5BI/AAAAAAAAAic/k6JX4f6Wd2w/s400/DSCN1728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565291522090002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny faces on the way home from clearwater-everyone (but me) fell asleep soon after this picture was taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm82NSjZ2fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/uo6I17Om-K8/s1600-h/DSCN1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm82NSjZ2fI/AAAAAAAAAiU/uo6I17Om-K8/s400/DSCN1742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363565283168082418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in potato head form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm82NMtNyMI/AAAAAAAAAiM/dqE4am9lGHM/s1600-h/DSCN1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-blog-im-sorry-i-have-neglected-you.html' title='dear blog, i&apos;m sorry i have neglected you....'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sm8x_C1eqPI/AAAAAAAAAgM/_QfxmYOCZqg/s72-c/DSCN1594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-3104472649552330930</id><published>2009-06-16T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:35:15.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TL Slide Opts</title><content type='html'>that's typhoon lagoon slide operations, in case you were wondering and that is what i'm doing here at the place where dreams come true! typhoon lagoon is one of two water parks here at the walt disney world resort. i absolutely love my job! i'll take you through a typical day at work:&lt;br /&gt;leave my apt at 7:30, drive my car to typhoon lagoon and park in the cast member parking lot (that makes me feel all official). i walk down a hill to base of operations where i put my things in my locker and clock in. then i go to the guard shack where they check off that i'm there and give me an opening job. opening jobs consist of getting the park "show" ready. we reset the chairs on the beach, pick up trash, sweep the sand out of the foot baths, throw tubes into the creek, etc. basically just getting everything ready so that our guests can have fun in a clean park. then the bell rings telling all lifeguards and slide ops to return to the guard shack where we welcome the "Big Kahuna" of the day (a kid picked randomly who gets to start the wave pool and have their own reserved beach area) and our coordinators tell us anything we need to know. usually they say "great job on opening jobs guys, the park looks great. lots of people came back to do 2 or 3 jobs so thank you very much, you guys did great. it's going to be another hot one guys, make sure you're drinking water, putting on sunscreen, and wearing your sunglasses." no joke they say that every day plus anything else they need to let us know. next we get our rotations telling us where our first stand is. here's the slide op rotation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Storm Top&lt;br /&gt;Humunga Top&lt;br /&gt;Humunga Bottom&lt;br /&gt;Grouper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Dispatch&lt;br /&gt;Keel Dispatch&lt;br /&gt;Gang Dispatch&lt;br /&gt;Kiddie Slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dive Issue&lt;br /&gt;Masks/Snorkels&lt;br /&gt;Dive Receive&lt;br /&gt;Crush Greeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush 1&lt;br /&gt;Crush 2&lt;br /&gt;Crush 3&lt;br /&gt;Video Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i don't know that anyone will actually want to read about all of these but i'm gonna put it up here anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Storm Top:&lt;/span&gt; the 3 storm slides are body slides that curve and go through tunnels. they're not too intense, anyone can ride them, and they're fun enough so that adults don't get bored with them. my job is to stand at the top of the slides and tell people to take off their hats, glasses, and shoes (removing shoes is a requirement, hats and glasses are just a suggestion), tell them to wait for the green light and to only ride single, no kids on laps. o and people always ask me which one is the best/fastest/easiest/etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humunga Top: &lt;/span&gt;Humunga Kowabunga is 3 speed slides, the rider goes 120 ft. in 3 seconds. At the top i tell people to take off shoes, hats, glasses, and goggles, to cross their arms and ankles in front of them and to wait for the green light (a little deja vu, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humunga Bottom:&lt;/span&gt; this is one of my favorites (probably b/c i don't really have to say much to people). i stand at the bottom of humunga kowabunga and push this little button that turns the light at the top to green. i just have to make sure that people are out of the slides and walking towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grouper: &lt;/span&gt;ha this one is not my favorite. it is at the shark reef where our guests can use our masks and snorkels to swim with sharks, sting rays, and fish. basically i tell people the rules before they get into the water: (1) don't kick your feet, (2) don't stand on the island under the water, (3) don't dive down below the surface, (4) don't hang on the rocks or ship on either side of the reef, if you need any assistance once you've gotten in the water just raise up a fist and that will let our lifeguards know that you need them, and finally, (5) swim in only one direction towards the stairs at the end. then we play a game called Dory Says where i tell them how to put on their masks. basically, its a lot of talking, something that i'm not very good at. but sometimes its just fun to mess around with the guests so it's not all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break:&lt;/span&gt; our breaks are supposed to be half an hour but if the person coming off of break before you doesn't leave on time, sometimes your break is shorter. most of the time people are considerate and get to stand on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May Dispatch:&lt;/span&gt; Mayday Falls is a tube slide. My job is to get people into their tubes and on their way down the slide. mostly people give me their tubes wrong and i have to turn them around or people get into the tube without my help and then i have to walk over to them and pull them across the water. o and people always drag their feet in the water which makes it 10 times harder to move them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keel Dispatch:&lt;/span&gt; basically this one is the same as mayday but the tubes are a little different. in may the tubes are bigger on one side so basically you can tell the front from the back and people have kind of a headrest (just so you can picture it, it's not a very effective headrest unless you're 3 years old). in Keel they are just regular round tubes so usually when people ignore me and try to get into the tube by themselves they usually flip over and land head-first in the water which is pretty funny to watch but if they get mad at you it's not a pretty sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gang Dispatch:&lt;/span&gt; Gangplank Falls is our family raft ride. Their is a minimum of 2 riders and maximum of 4 allowed in each huge yellow raft. my job is to hold the raft still while families pile in and then let them go. Basically i just end up yelling at people a lot at all my stands, i'm surprised i haven't lost my voice yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiddie Slide:&lt;/span&gt; um....ketchakiddee (sp?) creek is also known as birth control because it will make you never ever want to have kids (ever ever ever ever ever ever ever....). i stand there and tell little demon children to sit down, go feet first, and not walk up the slide. don't get me wrong, they aren't all annoying little kids but there are always a few each day that kinda ruin the whole experience. plus after i told these two little girls to go one at a time their mom came up and got mad at me because her girls only spoke french and they didn't understand me. what was i supposed to do, use my gift of tongues to magically speak to them in french? it was awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break: &lt;/span&gt;they always come after the worst stand (with the exception of the video room), do you think they do that on purpose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SjmZaQvkOrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wQL5rfJTI3s/s1600-h/DSCN0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SjmZaQvkOrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wQL5rfJTI3s/s400/DSCN0925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348474708929297074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;miss tilly on top of the mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dive Issue/Masks and Snorkels/Dive Receive: &lt;/span&gt;These are all done in the Dive Shop. we set out masks for guests to take into the shark reef, disinfect them, and people drop them off. there's a really good system in place so that everything is done very efficiently but depending on who you're in the dive shop with makes it a good or bad experience. it's kinda hit and miss with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crush Greeter: &lt;/span&gt;probably one of my least favorite stands. this is at the crush 'n gusher, our water coaster. i stand there and help people who just got off the ride pass their tubes to people waiting in line. plus i check heights of little kids and yell at people some more. its really hot and there's no shade and people get angry since they've been waiting in line. overall it's not a very pleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break:&lt;/span&gt; breaks are usually good but depending on who you have them with, they can be incredibly boring or very energizing. like if i have my breaks with jose (probably my best friend at work) they are great and i leave feeling a lot happier than i went in. but if i don't have breaks with him i usually leave break feeling drained and not looking forward to my next stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crush 1-2-3:&lt;/span&gt; these stand are just dispatch at the top of the crush 'n gusher. we tell people "bottom's up, lean back, and hang on tight" then push a button and send them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video Room:&lt;/span&gt; in each of the "valleys" (just dips in the slide) of the crush 'n gusher there is a camera. in the video room we get to sit in air conditioning and watch video from the cameras. it's nice to be cool but it's also mind-numbingly boring and you don't really get any human interaction unless one of the coordinators comes in to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break:&lt;/span&gt; =]&lt;br /&gt;so, there's a day in the life of a slide op at typhon lagoon! we don't do all the stand in a day, each stand is about half an hour long so we do move around a lot and nothing gets too boring. that's my life now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-3104472649552330930?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/3104472649552330930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=3104472649552330930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3104472649552330930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3104472649552330930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/06/tl-slide-opts.html' title='TL Slide Opts'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SjmZaQvkOrI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wQL5rfJTI3s/s72-c/DSCN0925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-213641668278819442</id><published>2009-06-16T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:44:27.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't live with 'em can't live without 'em</title><content type='html'>roommates. i've had some interesting experiences living with three complete strangers. my roommates are cody (she is my room roommate), michelle, and kelsey. they are all nice mormon girls. kelsey and michelle both just finished their freshman year at byu just like me and i think cody will be a junior at byu-i in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the clean one in our apt, she always picks up after herself, she doesn't ever leave messes for someone else to clean up and she does our dishes a lot (that's something i feel bad about, i'm not the best when it comes to dishes). she is also very kind-hearted and sweet and wouldn't ever intentionally hurt someone's feelings. she also drives me a little crazy sometimes but that happens in any relationship, right? o and she works at typhoon lagoon with me in slide opts.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kelsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is absolutely hilarious. if i could have a favorite she would definitely be it. she tells the best stories, and she keeps me laughing all the time. i love that girl! she is one of the messy ones of our apt but it's nothing terrible that i can't stand. she works at the magic kingdom in outdoor quick service food and beverage (she sells popcorn and ice cream). b/c of her job, she gets to come home in different costumes depending on what land she worked in that day. my favorite so far is the main street costume, you'd just have to see it to know how truly awesome it is. i'll just tell you that her pants are seafoam green and she gets to wear a bowtie.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is really outgoing. she's the life of the party whenever she's hangin out with us. she is very talkative and loves to have a good time. people are just drawn to her, it makes me a little jealous sometimes b/c she becomes friends with people so easily whereas i feel like making friends is hard work! she is also the messiest person in our apt. i'm pretty sure she's one of the least considerate people i've ever known but i only know that b/c i live with her. if i didn't live with her i bet we could be really good friends but...o well.&lt;br /&gt;so that's apt 10102 for you. o of course there's me to, but you already know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SjehV7Bu8CI/AAAAAAAAAe8/PB5s1dPqHmM/s1600-h/DSCN1480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SjehV7Bu8CI/AAAAAAAAAe8/PB5s1dPqHmM/s400/DSCN1480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347920480520040482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kelsey, michelle, cody, and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&apos;em'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SjehV7Bu8CI/AAAAAAAAAe8/PB5s1dPqHmM/s72-c/DSCN1480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4769633667917869856</id><published>2009-06-16T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:20:09.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*slacker*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so my blog is kind of depressing me....i feel like i have so much to say that there literally isn't enough time in the day to say it all! i've learned so much by being here on my own with a real job, real responsibilities, and just living my life! first of all, i love LovE LOVE florida. seriously. it is probably my favorite place that i've lived in! now if i could just get some mountains over here, it would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[sidenote] i met this guy yesterday at work who&lt;br /&gt;did his college program in the summer of '06, extended his&lt;br /&gt;program until january of '07 and then got switched&lt;br /&gt;to being a seasonal worker and has been here ever since.&lt;br /&gt;he just loves florida (not thedisney part so much but hey,&lt;br /&gt;it's a job, right?) and wanted to stay here long term. i&lt;br /&gt;can't even imagine doing that but i am&lt;br /&gt;DEFINITELY considering coming back to do&lt;br /&gt;another college program or professional internship here&lt;br /&gt;some time in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anyway, life is great i love it here, i love my job and the people i work with (most of them anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     i got asked yesterday if i miss home and i had to say no....don't freak out mom and dad i miss you two and love you! just let me explain. i guess i do miss home but i'm used to it. its not like i cry myself to sleep at night wishing i was back in my own bed in my own room with my parents and tink. because, well, that's not really my house anymore. that's not really my bed or my room b/c i haven't actually live there for almost a year. when i went home after the semester ended sure everything was still on my walls, all my stuff was still there but my bed was back in wyview apt. 242. i just feel like this time of my life is very weird and everything is always new and i really have the freedom to do anything i want. so, i do miss home but i'm used to missing home and it doesn't bother me so much. but i am happy to be doing what i'm doing and i'm happy that i am where i am. ok, i'm going to write a couple more posts about my birthday, funny guest stories, and roommate stories but i'll split them up so it's not just this huge long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4769633667917869856?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4769633667917869856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4769633667917869856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4769633667917869856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4769633667917869856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/06/slacker.html' title='*slacker*'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2543657979873580841</id><published>2009-04-28T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:07:29.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orlando</title><content type='html'>well, i'm really here! it's been an interesting experience so far. i've gotten everything unpacked and put in its place and tomorrow i find out what and where exactly i'm working. it'll be an exciting couple of days! i can't believe that it's actually happening!!!&lt;div 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title='orlando'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-3175841036834432600</id><published>2009-04-17T20:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:43:38.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness.....i'm still trying to figure it out</title><content type='html'>i realized something today that i think is very important. prayer=happiness. yep, that's right. it seems so simple, like eating food so u won't be hungry but it's more like giving the hobo on the street some food so that people will do the same for you if you ever become a hobo....ya that doesn't make any sense at all.....i just think that prayer isn't something we necessarily think of when we want to be happy. sure, asking Heavenly Father for blessings that will make us happier is something we think about but just praying for the intent of talking with Heavenly Father and letting him know what we're grateful for and what's going on in our lives isn't something that we think will directly bring us happiness. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, well maybe this isn't true for you but it is for me. today i forgot to say my morning prayers and seriously today was one of the worst days in a long time for me. it's not like anything overwhelmingly bad happened (except for losing my id card...again) but lots of little things just went wrong so that the whole day seemed bad. i realize that i am being a bit over-dramatic but hey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in college, i can do that...right? anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling like if i had prayed this morning then nothing bad would have happened. that's not true, i think everything that happened would have happened regardless but i probably would have had a better attitude about it all and it wouldn't have made me feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; stupid and a failure at life (which is also very dramatic). this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; makes sense to no one but me but blogging it makes me realize things that i would otherwise miss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-3175841036834432600?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-727744517140350080</id><published>2009-04-17T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:30:03.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey nifty!! It worked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-727744517140350080?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/727744517140350080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=727744517140350080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/727744517140350080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/727744517140350080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-nifty-it-worked.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4319691991906367682</id><published>2009-04-17T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:29:01.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just testin out the mobile upload...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4319691991906367682?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4319691991906367682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4319691991906367682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4319691991906367682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4319691991906367682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-testin-out-mobile-upload.html' title=''/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6894792636659057248</id><published>2009-04-07T13:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:42:59.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need help....</title><content type='html'>ok so i want to do something fun with my hair this summer. since i'll be in florida and outside a ton i was thinking blond. not completely blond, just lots and lots of highlights. jessica did some small highlights in my hair a few weeks ago but i'd rather have more highlights or none at all. so my dilemma is this: disneyworld has a 'disney look' that all of its cast members have to abide by. here are the guidelines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disney Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;does not permit extremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     in dyeing, bleaching or coloring. If the hair color is&lt;br /&gt;changed, it must be       natural looking, well maintained&lt;br /&gt;and appropriate to your skin tone. Subtle highlighting&lt;br /&gt;or frosting is permitted as long as it creates a uniform&lt;br /&gt;look over       the whole head and meets all of the&lt;br /&gt;previously listed guidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so...this kind of worries me. my options are: do more blond higlights, or go back to a light brown color (close to my natural color). i don't really have an interest in leaving my hair the way it is now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sdu5BL169HI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Wk84aB-VdSk/s1600-h/Photo+91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sdu5BL169HI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Wk84aB-VdSk/s400/Photo+91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050814678332530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;any words of advice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6894792636659057248?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6894792636659057248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6894792636659057248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6894792636659057248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6894792636659057248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-help.html' title='i need help....'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sdu5BL169HI/AAAAAAAAAeE/Wk84aB-VdSk/s72-c/Photo+91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5740063155911957789</id><published>2009-03-28T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:16:43.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLI:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;f&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;f &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k so this was a fun thing to do. there's this hindu (?) temple in spanish fork and this afternoon they had a celebration called holi and well, it is to celebrate something in their religion (i guess i should learn more about it) and they have a big bonfire in the middle and throw brightly colored chalk/powder/paint stuff and basically everyone gets covered in it. it's free, anyone can go, the chalk is like 2.50 per bag but we didn't buy any, we just went and stood in the middle of the crowd and got covered in chalk from head to toe! it was a lot of fun and the temple was really pretty. one thing i noticed though was that to me, it was just a building. there wasn't anything spiritual or holy about it for me. i keep noticing that with church buildings/temples that i've been to that are not owned by the LDS church they are not special to me, they are only man-made buildings (that was an interesting tid-bit about me....not that interesting i guess). anyway, it was really unique and fun and i enjoyed it a lot and then i showered for 1/2 hour, cleaned my ears and the q-tip came out pink, then blew my nose and the tissue turned purple. i felt like i was in a dr. seuss book. so here are some pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7m0DItUOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kCV9ZSR4EmQ/s1600-h/DSCN1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7m0DItUOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kCV9ZSR4EmQ/s400/DSCN1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318441991840551138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE crowd of people in front of the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7m0uNDULI/AAAAAAAAAd8/9RLwXH3Ep8w/s1600-h/DSCN1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7m0uNDULI/AAAAAAAAAd8/9RLwXH3Ep8w/s400/DSCN1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318442003401494706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: post chalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7jvE8zIeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9MO1V-hajbk/s1600-h/DSCN1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7jvE8zIeI/AAAAAAAAAdk/9MO1V-hajbk/s400/DSCN1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318438607893242338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7juvk9qQI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vuZYDb3kUuk/s1600-h/DSCN1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7juvk9qQI/AAAAAAAAAdU/vuZYDb3kUuk/s400/DSCN1451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318438602156124418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7i3W8prwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/U7YEN0gxQc0/s1600-h/DSCN1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7i3W8prwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/U7YEN0gxQc0/s400/DSCN1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318437650651787010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun was bright i guess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7i3BLgXCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oqPdlWoficE/s1600-h/DSCN1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7i3BLgXCI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oqPdlWoficE/s400/DSCN1446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318437644808510498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: post chalk in front of the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7i2_2_r5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/VkSJzyiQU00/s1600-h/DSCN1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7i2_2_r5I/AAAAAAAAAc8/VkSJzyiQU00/s400/DSCN1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318437644454047634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink ear...? this was like the first thing that hit me....right in the side of the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7kyPwk6iI/AAAAAAAAAds/Jil36_s6xQc/s1600-h/DSCN1453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7kyPwk6iI/AAAAAAAAAds/Jil36_s6xQc/s400/DSCN1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318439761846004258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5740063155911957789?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5740063155911957789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5740063155911957789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5740063155911957789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5740063155911957789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/03/holi.html' title='HOLI:'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc7m0DItUOI/AAAAAAAAAd0/kCV9ZSR4EmQ/s72-c/DSCN1444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4102653598458870794</id><published>2009-03-28T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:09:09.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyworld here i come!</title><content type='html'>I felt that it was time for a new post because well, there hasn't been one for awhile...i apologize. life is crazy though, finals are coming up and papers are due and the world offers new distractions every day! with that being said i am preparing to move to florida this summer! ah! i will be about 2464 miles away from my friends, my family, and everything that is familiar to me.....shouldn't i be nervous?? truthfully i'm not. well, at least i'm not nervous yet. i know myself well enough to know that i will be incredibly nervous when i start to see orlando on the mileage signs. but for now i'm looking forward to the sun and the new adventure! i will be doing an internship for the Walt Disney World Resort in Orlando. my department will be in recrestion which includes:&lt;br /&gt;     * Assisting Guests in one or more recreational areas such as&lt;br /&gt;        waterslide operations, towel rental, watercraft rental, marina&lt;br /&gt;       operations, arcades, or resort recreational facilities&lt;br /&gt;     * Prolonged exposure to outside weather elements&lt;br /&gt;     * Strong swimming skills&lt;br /&gt;     * Providing first aid and basic life support in the event of&lt;br /&gt;        Guest injury or illness&lt;br /&gt;     * Keeping recreational areas clean&lt;br /&gt;     * Cash handling – both manual and using computerized registers&lt;br /&gt;     * Maintaining safety standards&lt;br /&gt;     * Answering Guest questions&lt;br /&gt;     * Standing for extended periods, working outdoors&lt;br /&gt;or, in other words, i'll be the person that tells guests when it's safe to go down the slide and help them get on their inner tube if they need it. don't get me wrong, i'm very excited about this job. i get to be outside all day in warm humid weather (which sounds pretty darn good in this 45 degree weather) and tell people when to go...sound easy? i think so. once again, don't misunderstand me. i'm not doing it for the easy money. i plan to work hard and complete my tasks to the absolute best of my ability and learn as much as i possibly can from this experience. i will be arriving in orlando on april 28th at which point i will meet the complete strangers that will be my roommates, receive my exact 'role(s)' and costume(s), find out where i will be living for about 4 months and get to work! i'm hoping that this will be a good experience for me. i won't know anyone so we'll see how good i am at making friends (something i haven't done a very good job of at BYU) and i've only had one other job (deseret book) so...this will be very interesting =) i'm looking forward to this new adventure in my life and although i'll be far away from family and friends it's not like i'm never going to see them again! here are some pics from my latest visit to disneyland:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51BZ5jdOI/AAAAAAAAAck/q6tcRol3fD8/s1600-h/DSC_4903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51BZ5jdOI/AAAAAAAAAck/q6tcRol3fD8/s400/DSC_4903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318316876963738850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pluto in the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51BIShu1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/kxY8s23kjhw/s1600-h/DSC_4802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51BIShu1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/kxY8s23kjhw/s400/DSC_4802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318316872236645202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping beauty's castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51Ajo1hvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Fu9swOWZ0WM/s1600-h/DSC_4941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51Ajo1hvI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Fu9swOWZ0WM/s400/DSC_4941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318316862398105330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chip and dale in their christmas attire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51AroznEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BgAO8pBWzok/s1600-h/DSC_4876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51AroznEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BgAO8pBWzok/s400/DSC_4876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318316864545463362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allison and i being  really excited about space mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51AV6Jb3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/vGmvt1Z5Yg0/s1600-h/DSC_4793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51AV6Jb3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/vGmvt1Z5Yg0/s400/DSC_4793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318316858712616818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minnie mouse in front of the castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4102653598458870794?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4102653598458870794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4102653598458870794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4102653598458870794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4102653598458870794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/03/disneyworld-here-i-come.html' title='Disneyworld here i come!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/Sc51BZ5jdOI/AAAAAAAAAck/q6tcRol3fD8/s72-c/DSC_4903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8160618665710854379</id><published>2009-03-09T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:19:47.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is not about having what you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's about wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT YOU'VE ALREADY GOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8160618665710854379?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/8160618665710854379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=8160618665710854379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8160618665710854379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8160618665710854379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/03/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2451340577527335844</id><published>2009-03-04T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:52:16.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hours of pure intensity &amp;amp; suspense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this season of 24 is the craziest, most suspenseful season ever.&lt;br /&gt;i literally cannot wait for the next episode. every time an episode&lt;br /&gt;ends, i get this feeling in my stomach like 'ah! what's gonna&lt;br /&gt;happen next???' ya i'm cool like that lol anyway, jack bauer is the&lt;br /&gt;ultimate INCREDIBLE man! he's so good at what he does and is&lt;br /&gt;truly a patriot. he puts his country before his life every second of&lt;br /&gt;the show and that is impressive to me. wow, look at me talking&lt;br /&gt;about a fictional character! this show is awesome and while violent&lt;br /&gt;at times, idk, i guess it seems like the real world to me. viewer&lt;br /&gt;discretion is advised but seriously watch one episode and you'll be&lt;br /&gt;hooked. it is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rcrawford79.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/9_tv_show_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://rcrawford79.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/9_tv_show_24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2451340577527335844?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2451340577527335844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=2451340577527335844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2451340577527335844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2451340577527335844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/03/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4363234771874480770</id><published>2009-02-25T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:51:54.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>{new post}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have been feeling the need for a new post.....though i'm not quite sure that i want to put all of my recent trials out there for all the world to see.....plus if i did i'm sure my parents would be all sorts of worried about me =) i've been thinking a lot lately about happiness. i've been feeling like i'm not happy, like i can't be happy. though i'm sure that's because i have chosen to be unhappy. don't get me wrong, i really have nothing to complain about. i have a place to live, food to eat, a wonderful family that loves me, and good health. shouldn't i be content with just those simple things? i wonder sometimes about what in my life makes me happy. and i can't come up with anything. no, let me take that back. there are plenty of things that make me happy: my family, my friends, the fact that i'm here at byu (something i never thought would actually happen), etc. but there isn't anything that i DO that makes me happy. or maybe it's that i'm not happy ALL THE TIME. i'm happy when i'm around my family, when i have that comfort and security. i'm happy when i'm around my friends (well, friends pretty much=lyndsey), when i can laugh and joke around. but i don't do anything that makes me truly happy. not that i don't absolutely LOVE homework, but it doesn't bring me happiness. classes don't bring me happiness. playing games on my computer doesn't bring me happiness. watching tv doesn't bring me happiness. playing my violin (on the rare occasion that i pull it out) partly brings me happiness but that is overpowered by frustration and self-consciousness. maybe i just need a different outlook on life or something.......don't get me wrong, i love my family, i love the gospel, i just want to figure out how to LOVE life but for real, no pretending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4363234771874480770?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-318110206960578500</id><published>2009-02-18T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T08:48:54.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this title is how i'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;i got about 6 hours of sleep last night and the night before&lt;br /&gt;(i realize that this isn't a huge deal but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not enough sleep ≠ good news for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or anyone around me),&lt;br /&gt;i was so stressed&lt;br /&gt;and felt like i was being pulled in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;50 million&lt;/span&gt; different directions&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. i should have gone to my apt&lt;br /&gt;to spend time with lynds,&lt;br /&gt;i had to be with my family,&lt;br /&gt;i should have done school work,&lt;br /&gt;i should have cleaned my closet,&lt;br /&gt;i had to drive to alex's house,&lt;br /&gt;i had to help my mom,&lt;br /&gt;i should have gone to sleep early,&lt;br /&gt;i had to take my test,&lt;br /&gt;i should have gone to class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't do everything and be there for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do a biology assignment that was due last night&lt;br /&gt;and i have a myth paper due at 4 that i haven't started.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go home yesterday until 1130 and&lt;br /&gt;today i'm &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;skipping&lt;/span&gt;] 2 of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;life is ridiculous right now and&lt;br /&gt;i know i will never take this many credits in&lt;br /&gt;a semester ever again and&lt;br /&gt;i will never again have a class before 9 unless&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; have to.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wearing a hat today because my hair looks stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not outgoing enough so people don't like me&lt;br /&gt;and think  i'm weird or rude or stuck up&lt;br /&gt;when i dont talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason i like being in my apartment&lt;br /&gt;is because that's where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;my bed&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like being around a big group of people with&lt;br /&gt;no plan and no plans to make a plan.&lt;br /&gt;i just want it to be the weekend so i can relax but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;»O WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going on a date on saturday so i actually&lt;br /&gt;have to get ready and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i've started to realize that i don't deal well with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so thats one more thing thats wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do right now is take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;too bad i can't.&lt;br /&gt;y doesn't the news ever make sense to the&lt;br /&gt;average stupid american?&lt;br /&gt;isn't the news supposed to explain&lt;br /&gt;what's happening on like a 5th grade level&lt;br /&gt;so that&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; {eVErYOnE}&lt;/span&gt; can understand??&lt;br /&gt;that just doesn't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;cuz whats the point of watching the news if&lt;br /&gt;more than half the things they say don't make any sense?&lt;br /&gt;o and my phone screen is scratched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;really scratched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i have to blame myself because i put it in&lt;br /&gt;his pocket with the keys.&lt;br /&gt;then he pushed people down the hill on sleds.&lt;br /&gt;the keys scratched my phone.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me sad but it's my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;i want to just run away from all my responsibility&lt;br /&gt;and go back home where i can sleep in late,&lt;br /&gt;go to bed as early as i want, and do whatever i want&lt;br /&gt;without worrying about anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;•yo tengo sueño&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-318110206960578500?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/318110206960578500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=318110206960578500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/318110206960578500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/318110206960578500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/02/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-3786829353795645698</id><published>2009-02-05T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:07:54.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello v-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my night&lt;/span&gt; has been....interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i broke up with my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;it was the right thing for me to do and&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that i did but it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i felt bad afterwards but i know that having&lt;br /&gt;a boyfriend isn't what's best for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that i need to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on myself&lt;br /&gt;and my own spiritual progress for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i need to be a little bit selfish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not something that people usually do)&lt;br /&gt;and focus my energy on being the best person i can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i want to have the opportunity to&lt;br /&gt;go on lots of dates with different boys.&lt;br /&gt;i want to find character traits that i will&lt;br /&gt;want in my husband so that when i am ready&lt;br /&gt;to get married (in the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; future)&lt;br /&gt;i will know what to look for.&lt;br /&gt;break ups &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aren't fun&lt;/span&gt; and change is&lt;br /&gt;hard but i feel like i needed this.&lt;br /&gt;i feel &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;at peace&lt;/span&gt; with my decision and&lt;br /&gt;i am glad that i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SYvFjy5OLrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Xz-NYtTvD8U/s1600-h/Photo+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SYvFjy5OLrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Xz-NYtTvD8U/s320/Photo+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299546605279391410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-3786829353795645698?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/3786829353795645698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=3786829353795645698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3786829353795645698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3786829353795645698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-v-day.html' title='hello v-day'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SYvFjy5OLrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Xz-NYtTvD8U/s72-c/Photo+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6368374797971828701</id><published>2009-02-05T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:50:27.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[no title]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ya know how in my 25 things i said i&lt;br /&gt;have never had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;desire&lt;/span&gt; to watch&lt;br /&gt; oprah? well....i watched it a little bit&lt;br /&gt;today. its not like i'm hooked on it but&lt;br /&gt;elizabeth smart was on and it was&lt;br /&gt;interesting.....so i stopped flipping&lt;br /&gt;channels and watched it....thats the&lt;br /&gt;end of my story.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6368374797971828701?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6368374797971828701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6368374797971828701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6368374797971828701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6368374797971828701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-title.html' title='[no title]'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-7038089740515942309</id><published>2009-01-29T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:50:53.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things</title><content type='html'>Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a cold&lt;br /&gt;2. Currently I am watching Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate doing the dishes&lt;br /&gt;4. I was born in Boise, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;5. My roommate loves my cooking but I don't think it's anything special&lt;br /&gt;6. One of my biggest pet peeves is when people misuse commas and apostrophes (like using commas when they're not needed or apostrophes when it's not possessive)&lt;br /&gt;7. I used to play all girls flag football&lt;br /&gt;8. At home the floor of my room was always covered in clothes&lt;br /&gt;9. I have seen every episode of The Office and can probably quote most of seasons 1-4&lt;br /&gt;10. I have never eaten at Carl's Jr. or Jack in the Box&lt;br /&gt;11. While most people find it boring, I really like history (especially American history)&lt;br /&gt;12. Tierre got me hooked on Chuck (i love him)&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a mac...they're superior to all other computers&lt;br /&gt;14. I wish I could do a cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;15. I only like watching the first couple episodes of American Idol cuz some of the contestants are really really bad and they get mad at simon when he says mean things to them&lt;br /&gt;16. I love to drive&lt;br /&gt;17. Since I was 5 I've wanted to be a veterinarian (until I realized how much schooling that takes)&lt;br /&gt;18. I've never had any interest in watching Oprah&lt;br /&gt;19. I want to live in Boston one day&lt;br /&gt;20. I hate picking out clothes to wear to church&lt;br /&gt;21. I am not flexible...AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;22. I used to work at Deseret Book&lt;br /&gt;23. Disneyland is pretty much like my second home&lt;br /&gt;24. I never had the guts to try to do a flip on the trampoline&lt;br /&gt;25. I own a guitar but I don't know how to play it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Kim, Jessica, Allison, Mom, Laura, Tierre, Ashleigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-7038089740515942309?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/7038089740515942309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=7038089740515942309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7038089740515942309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7038089740515942309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things.html' title='25 Random Things'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-1231533164487267310</id><published>2009-01-16T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:08:20.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>here are just some random pictures that i've editted and that i think are cool looking. sorry everyone who has seen my facebook, these are the same pictures. love y'all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGF6UoUfyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HXOxN-Y57EU/s1600-h/DSC_08700001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGF6UoUfyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HXOxN-Y57EU/s400/DSC_08700001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292158274153774882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGF6BWXmAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OiroB7HGiZc/s1600-h/DSC_4007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGF6BWXmAI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OiroB7HGiZc/s400/DSC_4007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292158268978206722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGF51BgRXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ow6y-bIfq2k/s1600-h/DSC_3820_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGF5YG_c-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/2MzX79Aw92g/s400/allisonalex263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292158257907856354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGGyKqpKgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uucDdsMiXQ8/s1600-h/IMG_3656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGGyKqpKgI/AAAAAAAAAZw/uucDdsMiXQ8/s400/IMG_3656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292159233551837698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGGx7eat0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/8QHidB-nevA/s1600-h/DSCN0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGGx7eat0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/8QHidB-nevA/s400/DSCN0336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292159229474027330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGGxmLKOZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WktNO0XmisA/s1600-h/DSCN0263_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGGxmLKOZI/AAAAAAAAAZg/WktNO0XmisA/s400/DSCN0263_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292159223756110226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGGxSW36-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/hmh1xcSwnts/s1600-h/DSCN0240_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGGxSW36-I/AAAAAAAAAZY/hmh1xcSwnts/s400/DSCN0240_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292159218436533218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGH-jfoM2I/AAAAAAAAAag/nuLDf8kZkvo/s1600-h/DSCN1353_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGH-jfoM2I/AAAAAAAAAag/nuLDf8kZkvo/s400/DSCN1353_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292160545886581602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGH-UK7DgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/41xciqxMxhk/s1600-h/DSCN1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGH-UK7DgI/AAAAAAAAAaY/41xciqxMxhk/s400/DSCN1351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292160541773204994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGH-Eqh7NI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YQAG8RTjzfg/s1600-h/DSCN1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGH-Eqh7NI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/YQAG8RTjzfg/s400/DSCN1313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292160537610808530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGH97nDGYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jtCas_ogi3k/s1600-h/DSCN1309_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGH97nDGYI/AAAAAAAAAaI/jtCas_ogi3k/s400/DSCN1309_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292160535180286338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGH9qb8fPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gLY3UC_u-oM/s1600-h/DSCN1301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGH9qb8fPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gLY3UC_u-oM/s400/DSCN1301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292160530570312946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGIW4jGt8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/LD-Xmd1yhis/s1600-h/Santa+Monica+%2709030_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGIW4jGt8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/LD-Xmd1yhis/s400/Santa+Monica+%2709030_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292160963855169474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGIWuorV6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Zkq6iA2Qa1s/s1600-h/Santa+Monica+%2709015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGIWuorV6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/Zkq6iA2Qa1s/s400/Santa+Monica+%2709015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292160961194186658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGIWZADt8I/AAAAAAAAAao/lz6mnIf-XtY/s1600-h/DSCN1357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGIWZADt8I/AAAAAAAAAao/lz6mnIf-XtY/s400/DSCN1357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292160955386673090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'd love an input that y'all would like to offer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-1231533164487267310?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/1231533164487267310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=1231533164487267310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/1231533164487267310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/1231533164487267310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/01/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SXGF6UoUfyI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/HXOxN-Y57EU/s72-c/DSC_08700001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-7842262229491516962</id><published>2009-01-12T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:07:12.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally....a new post.</title><content type='html'>so this post isn't anything terribly exciting but i just thought i would share (sorry mom and dad, this is nothing new for you). in my book of mormon class we have to do these scripture journals where we just share some new insight that we gained from the reading and we hand them in at the beginning of each class. we started out with Alma 30-33 and well, here is my journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Alma chapter 30 verse 24 Korihor is talking about his belief that the people are in bondage and not free as their leaders have told them. This scripture stood out to me because it directly relates to my life and I can see that Korihor’s belief that we are in bondage is not true. I have heard many times from my friends who are not members of the church that we have too many rules and that we should just be free to do whatever we want. I’ve thought about this concept a lot and realized that it is the other way around. People who are not members of the church are in bondage to whatever sin they choose to commit, whether it be problems with the Word of Wisdom or the Law of Chastity, they are not free to do what they wish because they are hooked on committing whatever sin they commit. It is sad to me that these people are so obviously in bondage to the devil and yet have no knowledge of it. They believe that they are free to do whatever they want while, in reality, they are not able to kick their habit. From this passage of scripture I have come to know that the Book of Mormon can directly relate to every aspect of our lives, that if we would just study it and abide by its lessons, we can have a happy life here on Earth and return to live with our Heavenly Father once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SWutks75TeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ouR_tQc8gUI/s1600-h/DSCN0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SWutks75TeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ouR_tQc8gUI/s400/DSCN0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290513033326054882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day after turning this in i received the following e-mail from my book of mormon professor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good thought on bondage in your scripture journal. Thank you for sharing it. Don't let me not see your hand if you want to share other great insights like this in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Pinegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, this isn't terribly exciting for anyone else but honestly just the fact that he actually read what i wrote and took the time to tell me that he liked it was really nice. i do love college but i think that one of the problems with it is that there are an overwhelming number of students and professors can't be expected to know every one of their students, and give personal recognition and usually it's the TAs that grade everything anyway. so, this was a nice little change to what i now know as college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to everyone who has influenced my life,&lt;br /&gt;without you i would not be where i am today,&lt;br /&gt;doing the things i am doing. i am so thankful to my&lt;br /&gt;loving family and my great friends and for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt; that i feel&lt;br /&gt;from my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heavenly Father&lt;/span&gt; each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-7842262229491516962?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/7842262229491516962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=7842262229491516962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7842262229491516962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7842262229491516962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2009/01/finallya-new-post.html' title='finally....a new post.'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SWutks75TeI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ouR_tQc8gUI/s72-c/DSCN0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-3771729366716468163</id><published>2008-12-17T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:05:38.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>temple square</title><content type='html'>here are some pictures of my trip up to temple square and the pictures i got to take with my dad's awesome camera!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is lyndsey's patient/thoughtful face?...we were waiting for josh to get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjm3vJCBI/AAAAAAAAAWI/upzARdFybGU/s1600-h/DSC_4470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjm3vJCBI/AAAAAAAAAWI/upzARdFybGU/s320/DSC_4470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281002295004825618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh was REALLY excited =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjmvBuogI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mbrMhwk7S_s/s1600-h/DSC_4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjmvBuogI/AAAAAAAAAWA/mbrMhwk7S_s/s320/DSC_4469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281002292666868226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a shot of the temple-one of my favorite buildings EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjn1LnpwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/G71TdS-MV2A/s1600-h/DSC_4492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjn1LnpwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/G71TdS-MV2A/s320/DSC_4492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281002311498835714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and lynds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjnuFPJGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/wrSXtqbM1lw/s1600-h/DSC_4477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjnuFPJGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/wrSXtqbM1lw/s320/DSC_4477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281002309593015394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temple w/the christmas tree-i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; i did a pretty good job with this one...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjnSj0QHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KWiyHMWkgs8/s1600-h/DSC_4480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjnSj0QHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KWiyHMWkgs8/s320/DSC_4480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281002302205083762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh and lynds...and the temple =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnkVlHLJPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/FMVrcnKTZPw/s1600-h/DSC_4525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnkVlHLJPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/FMVrcnKTZPw/s320/DSC_4525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281003097459205362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh really wanted a pic of the cow lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnkVeNQ4yI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XhlFYu8k5CA/s1600-h/DSC_4521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnkVeNQ4yI/AAAAAAAAAXA/XhlFYu8k5CA/s320/DSC_4521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281003095605699362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely one of my favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnkU_dS1hI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3y8oZr7CQy4/s1600-h/DSC_4517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnkU_dS1hI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3y8oZr7CQy4/s320/DSC_4517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281003087351436818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful temple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnkUsiwPfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-0GWudvB-FU/s1600-h/DSC_4515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnkUsiwPfI/AAAAAAAAAWw/-0GWudvB-FU/s320/DSC_4515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281003082274061810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of my favorites! i love the reflection pool, with the temple, and the nativity just makes the pic that much better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnkUIIDUsI/AAAAAAAAAWo/TIqf36T3cNA/s1600-h/DSC_4495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnkUIIDUsI/AAAAAAAAAWo/TIqf36T3cNA/s320/DSC_4495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281003072498389698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o how they love each other....=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlE--ERDI/AAAAAAAAAXw/AAWBnzBguLI/s1600-h/DSC_4571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlE--ERDI/AAAAAAAAAXw/AAWBnzBguLI/s320/DSC_4571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281003911854179378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love this pic so much more if that pesky black tree wasn't there crowding the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlEcL6_cI/AAAAAAAAAXo/cszqacvU-hM/s1600-h/DSC_4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlEcL6_cI/AAAAAAAAAXo/cszqacvU-hM/s320/DSC_4556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281003902517050818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlEMGqtvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MCp4ORxMlvY/s1600-h/DSC_4550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlEMGqtvI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MCp4ORxMlvY/s320/DSC_4550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281003898200045298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh's photography skills-he got the fountain in there and everything! isn't he impressive??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlD-MjplI/AAAAAAAAAXY/C6Ynk5XM4b4/s1600-h/DSC_4541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlD-MjplI/AAAAAAAAAXY/C6Ynk5XM4b4/s320/DSC_4541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281003894466651730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlDr8cx7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/g5-Y5cS_ctw/s1600-h/DSC_4528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlDr8cx7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/g5-Y5cS_ctw/s320/DSC_4528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281003889567254450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynds just started snapping pictures of us while we were sitting there and we couldn't help but laugh so these ones aren't the best pics of us but they make me laugh! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlrxM6spI/AAAAAAAAAYI/rvIGVWmvYS8/s1600-h/DSC_4596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlrxM6spI/AAAAAAAAAYI/rvIGVWmvYS8/s320/DSC_4596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281004578173268626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely my favorite one-i was laughing so hard i couldn't even look at the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlrnkHebI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0kWZ3lc0zxo/s1600-h/DSC_4593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlrnkHebI/AAAAAAAAAYA/0kWZ3lc0zxo/s320/DSC_4593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281004575586220466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of us laughing =] lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlrrP4h5I/AAAAAAAAAX4/MtnCKKo1U1w/s1600-h/DSC_4590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlrrP4h5I/AAAAAAAAAX4/MtnCKKo1U1w/s320/DSC_4590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281004576575096722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of my favorites of the temple and the lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnmF8beT9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/-lb5HIBpVWY/s1600-h/DSC_4612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnmF8beT9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/-lb5HIBpVWY/s320/DSC_4612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281005027863711698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh carried lynds all the way up the hill to the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlsQ5Z6vI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RKSIvYxfU78/s1600-h/DSC_4616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnlsQ5Z6vI/AAAAAAAAAYY/RKSIvYxfU78/s320/DSC_4616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281004586681363186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-3771729366716468163?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/3771729366716468163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=3771729366716468163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3771729366716468163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3771729366716468163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/temple-square.html' title='temple square'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SUnjm3vJCBI/AAAAAAAAAWI/upzARdFybGU/s72-c/DSC_4470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-110281072494926589</id><published>2008-12-17T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:19:44.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days left!</title><content type='html'>well we're getting closer and closer to christmas and i am very excited to be with my family and friends in my home. however, i am also very excited to go to california and DISNEYLAND!!! we went to disneyland for christmas one year. well, it wasn't christmas day because i wanted to be home on christmas day because i feel like thats the right place to be for christmas. anyway, we went around christmas time-it might have been the day after or the day before...don't really remember but anyway, it was a lot of fun. i love seeing disneyland all decked out in christmas decorations and seeing the christmas parade and the fake snowfall and the ride "it's a small world" decked out in christmas lights and seeing the huge christmas tree as soon as you walk in the park. it just makes that magical place even more magical!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://boifromtroy.com/wp-content/ChristmasDLGroup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://boifromtroy.com/wp-content/ChristmasDLGroup2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-110281072494926589?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110281072494926589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=110281072494926589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/110281072494926589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/110281072494926589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/8-days-left.html' title='8 days left!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5442499728763808169</id><published>2008-12-16T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:31:10.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days?</title><content type='html'>i didn't count but i think i only missed one day. i should stop doing these whole "one post every day" things cuz i seem to only disappoint....today's christmas memory is weird to me. for some reason i specifically remember this one christmas and i don't even know why. maybe its because we have a picture of it thats probably in my scrapbook or something however, we have pics of all the other christmases to. well, perhaps its because that was the year that i got the first harry potter book and obviously those books changed my life right? anyway, it was a few years ago and we were in our house on sedona cedar in henderson and we had the tree out in the front room. i remember that i was wearing these like ducky pajamas that were too small for me but i loved them because my friend jordynn and i had matching ones. i know that i got the first harry potter book and this kit to make bead animals but i dont remember anything else. i think that was the year that jessica got her own phone line to. for some reason that christmas just sticks out in my brain. it wasn't like it was out of the ordinary or that i got anything crazy, anyway.....this post has been a little weird....sorry all. but i'm so excited for christmas and only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;4 more days until i go home!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WOOHOO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5442499728763808169?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5442499728763808169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5442499728763808169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5442499728763808169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5442499728763808169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/9-days.html' title='9 days?'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5485612658558222112</id><published>2008-12-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:16:59.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 less than a dozen days!!</title><content type='html'>so last night me and jessica and alex were together in the car going to kim and mike's going away party and we started talking about this one christmas where we decided that we got to open one present on christmas eve. so alex was trying to be really strategic in the picking of his present so that he could open his best present. well that year jessica bought him this tomb raider lara croft action figure as a joke and we convinced him that it was his best present so he opened it as his one christmas eve present and he was genuinely maad that we told him that and that he believed us. it was soooooo funny. man he was so upset that he opened such a lame present so he decided that it was fair for him to open another present. and we didn't like that very much so we both opened up one more present as well. to make a long story short, we ended up opening all of our presents on christmas eve that year. and i think we've done it once since then as well. that's such a great christmas memory, it was making me laugh so hard last night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i3.iofferphoto.com/img/item/486/234/36/lara12front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 450px;" 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href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-less-than-dozen-days.html' title='1 less than a dozen days!!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-320621480268884976</id><published>2008-12-13T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:05:44.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days left and......i'm a slacker</title><content type='html'>ya so i kinda dropped off the face of the earth there for a few days but i'm back!! one of my favorite things about christmas (i'm starting to realize that i have a lot) is putting up and decorating the christmas tree. but i always remember my dad not being very happy when it came to cutting off the end of the tree and fitting it in the tree stand so i've never thought that he liked it very much....but i do know that he likes tinsel. and my mom doesn't. or at least this is my understanding of my parent's views on it. so some years we have tinsel and some years we don't so it's not like a tradition for our family but i haven't decided what my view on it is. it is really fun to throw on the tree and it sparkles and is pretty. however, i feel like it kinda drowns out the tree cuz the tree is all silver instead of green....but i still haven't decided my position on it. we'll see if it happens this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://managingthedragon.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/christmas-tree-nyc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 600px;" 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href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-left-andim-slacker.html' title='12 days left and......i&apos;m a slacker'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-3366825403269153081</id><published>2008-12-09T17:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:32:54.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 squared days left</title><content type='html'>i can't believe how quickly everything is approaching. finals are coming up quick, christmas is almost here, and before i know it i'll be back at byu ready for another semester! its amazing how fast time has been passing me by. i love it but i'm sure that when i'm done with college it will have seemed like no time at all. its crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i love giving christmas presents. i love trying to think of the perfect gift to get so that i can get a great reaction on christmas morning. so last year i made my dad a platter at the artful potter (ya know, you go and paint something and they glaze and fire it for you). i had made him a fish one for his birthday or christmas a few years ago and he would put all the things he grilled, not just fish. so i wanted to make him one that could be for steaks and burgers, etc. well he always sends us on scavenger hunts every year so last year i thought it would be appropriate to send him on a very mini scavenger hunt of my own. i drew a fish a plus sign and a barbecue on a little card and put it in a box and wrapped it up. at first he went to the barbecue....which wouldn't make sense b/c i drew the barbecue plus something else on there right? well i had to help him out a little bit but he found the platter where the fish platter usually is in the pantry. and thats when i got my perfect reaction. i had the camera and took a picture so he shut himself in the pantry so that we couldn't see him tearing up. it made me so happy that i made him cry...haha thats funny but i really was happy that he was so touched by my gift. now i want to get that reaction every year! i love you dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-3366825403269153081?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/3366825403269153081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=3366825403269153081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3366825403269153081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3366825403269153081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-squared-days-left.html' title='4 squared days left'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8334422524181263133</id><published>2008-12-08T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:51:55.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the good times keep comin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here are some pics of good times here at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are sugar cookies that josh and i made...we tried to use cookie cutters but the dough was just too sticky so i made a santa and he made a snowman and the rest are just circles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mp8obn-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/4WmviSF3RG0/s1600-h/DSC_4267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mp8obn-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/4WmviSF3RG0/s320/DSC_4267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277627946672824290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;josh has that funny look on his face...he makes me laugh =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mphb0d8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/G9GdxX4wyX8/s1600-h/DSC_4264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mphb0d8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/G9GdxX4wyX8/s320/DSC_4264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277627939372169154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the frosting turned my tongue colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mqL8mj6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/EIvRTnMk0s0/s1600-h/DSC_4271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mqL8mj6I/AAAAAAAAAUw/EIvRTnMk0s0/s320/DSC_4271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277627950783958946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tierre and i went to the stop-n-serve in the wilk and made a cape for little kids to wear for halloween. she made the decoration and i sewed it on. good team work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mpJtF5UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/TPUvXJ2tK3U/s1600-h/DSCN0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mpJtF5UI/AAAAAAAAAUY/TPUvXJ2tK3U/s320/DSCN0787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277627933002163522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite pair of flip-flops broke, it was a sad sad day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mo-E2T8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/V5U9ynEb-HY/s1600-h/DSCN0786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mo-E2T8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/V5U9ynEb-HY/s320/DSCN0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277627929880580034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny pics taken with dad's fancy camera. i think they're kinda cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3ni7-km6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/AVosp5OinVk/s1600-h/DSC_4458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3ni7-km6I/AAAAAAAAAVY/AVosp5OinVk/s320/DSC_4458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277628925749795746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3nifxk2BI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7EnP00FId50/s1600-h/DSC_4457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3nifxk2BI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7EnP00FId50/s320/DSC_4457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277628918179092498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i curled my hair up at college, actually the first time i've curled my hair in a really long time. i actually loved it, it was a little big at first when i did it but i like it in this pic i think i'll do it more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3niOdIX0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/EXMBgQH_IYs/s1600-h/DSCN1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3niOdIX0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/EXMBgQH_IYs/s320/DSCN1189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277628913529937730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyndsey got all sorts of bundled up this day, i'm pretty sure she had a t-shirt, a long sleeve shirt, a sweatshirt, and her jacket all bundled up around her face so that she couldn't move her mouth-it was stuck like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3nhW27KkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8l-Ki3-yGn4/s1600-h/DSCN1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3nhW27KkI/AAAAAAAAAVA/8l-Ki3-yGn4/s320/DSCN1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277628898605738562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason lyndsey wasn't sure how to put the stopper into the sink and shoved it down there upside down....josh finally came to the rescue and got it out with a butter knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3nhDlywtI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hg8CPbwNLIo/s1600-h/DSCN1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3nhDlywtI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hg8CPbwNLIo/s320/DSCN1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277628893433610962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my cute service hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3oOejLJLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AosUsHJCSR0/s1600-h/DSCN1200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3oOejLJLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/AosUsHJCSR0/s320/DSCN1200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277629673764496562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh with his hat on top of his hat...ya he's a cool kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3oNr0ZdxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pmSIBRWto_8/s1600-h/DSCN1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3oNr0ZdxI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pmSIBRWto_8/s320/DSCN1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277629660146530066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and josh at alexson's house after we watched she's the man with lynds, jessica, and daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3oNFPYcHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YuXG4ZpywO4/s1600-h/DSC_4459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3oNFPYcHI/AAAAAAAAAVg/YuXG4ZpywO4/s320/DSC_4459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277629649790726258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8334422524181263133?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/ST3mp8obn-I/AAAAAAAAAUo/4WmviSF3RG0/s72-c/DSC_4267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2196915389661272960</id><published>2008-12-08T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:32:29.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2x(57-6x8)-1 days left!!!</title><content type='html'>alright so i'm definitely getting carried away now! don't worry this is the last math problem you'll have to do i'll think of something more creative! so this isn't exactly a memory but just something i've been thinking about when comparing last year to this year. last christmas i was working at deseret book. obviously, since this is the busiest season for retail stores it was pretty crazy. we stayed open later, had way more things to keep organized and a lot more fragile things to keep out of the hands of little children! but even through all that craziness, being around christmas decorations, nativity scenes, and pictures of Christ helped me get into the true spirit of christmas and i wish i had that now. i just don't feel like i'm really in the christmas spirit yet. i'm sure i'll get into it when i go home and am around family but right now i'm just not feelin it. anyway, just thoughts i've been havin today! love yall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2196915389661272960?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2196915389661272960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2112590883359206496</id><published>2008-12-07T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:45:27.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 times 3 days!</title><content type='html'>i know, you weren't expecting to have to do math when getting on my blog! well when i was in middle school my dad would always sign us up to go to belz mall to wrap gifts at the civitan gift wrap....kiosk (not really sure what to call it....a booth? a station? lol idk) i didnt really like it at first cuz come on, it was kind of boring and i could have been doing something more fun like....watch tv? anyway, i learned to love it-it was a fun service opportunity-and now i love wrapping presents. i loved doing that with my family and i even brought jessie and jordynn one time. anyway, i loved it it was a lot of fun, we would always get rom dogs from pretzel zone in the food court and ride the merry-go-round just for fun. it definitely got me in the christmas spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tonicgifts.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/06/presents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 282px;" src="http://tonicgifts.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/06/presents.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2112590883359206496?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2112590883359206496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4659291412676279653</id><published>2008-12-06T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:37:07.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 minus 1 days!</title><content type='html'>i'm trying to come up with new ways to say how many days are left cuz, let's face it, "19 days 'til christmas" is a little overdone! so, one year my dad started to make this homemade eggnog that was seriously heaven on the mouth. so i started to get a little more and more involved in the process of making this eggnog throughout december and this one time i was in charge of stirring it and taking it off the heat when it was done (who knows why i was trusted with this responsibility!) so i kept thinking maybe it's done, but o i'll leave it on fr a little bit longer. apparently this stuff is really sensitive and you have to take it off at the right moment-after its thickened up enough but before it turns into a custard-like substance. well you can imagine what mistake i made.....yes i left it on for just a bit too long and lo and behold the eggnog looked more like scrambled eggs with cinnamon in it than eggnog (it's not like the coagulation of the eggnog happened over a long period of time either, it happened fairly quickly so really anyone could have made the same mistake!)....to this day i have never helped again, i felt so bad that i had messed up a whole pot of eggnog....but i guess that how you learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4659291412676279653?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4659291412676279653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4659291412676279653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4659291412676279653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4659291412676279653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/20-minus-1-days.html' title='20 minus 1 days!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6385271345011809441</id><published>2008-12-05T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:51:54.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 more days...</title><content type='html'>so i'm not exactly sure if this memory is from christmas time but it was in the winter with snow so i feel that it is appropriate. obviously while we were living in montana winter brought a lot of snow so, as kids, alex, jessica, and i had to keep ourselves entertained in the cold cold snow! well i remember one time when we built this little igloo out of the snow and i remember being so so so happy that i got to hang out with my brother and sister. we must not have hung out much but i was so excited that they were letting me help them and including me in building the igloo/snow fort. love you onyx and jecka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STnotdNc4uI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UWwTLuqM4Gk/s1600-h/DSCN2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STnotdNc4uI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UWwTLuqM4Gk/s400/DSCN2240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276504306074051298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STnotSCab4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/fx08tXmL1ZU/s1600-h/DSCN2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STnotSCab4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/fx08tXmL1ZU/s400/DSCN2231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276504303074963330" border="0" 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days...'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STnotdNc4uI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UWwTLuqM4Gk/s72-c/DSCN2240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4769975404559934848</id><published>2008-12-04T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:12:19.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 days!</title><content type='html'>well today will be remembrance of monet. for some reason he LOVED boxes. he loved climbing in them and jumping out at unsuspecting passers-by (not sure if that the right phrase) but u didn't ever try to put him into a box b/c well, he didn't like that much. so after opening presents every christmas we would obviously have boxes strewn across the floor and he had the time of his life. well, not really sure about that since i can't read the minds of cats but you get what i mean. although we didn't always get along, monet was a great cat. i'm sure going to miss his box escapades this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STg5j-xHGwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2C6ox658xfo/s1600-h/DSCN0240_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STg5j-xHGwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2C6ox658xfo/s400/DSCN0240_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276030253771725570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4769975404559934848?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4769975404559934848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4769975404559934848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4769975404559934848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4769975404559934848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/21-days.html' title='21 days!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STg5j-xHGwI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2C6ox658xfo/s72-c/DSCN0240_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2324084552556266209</id><published>2008-12-03T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:31:57.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 days left-for real</title><content type='html'>alright so one year i guess alex and i were really excited about opening presents (cuz we're 5 year old children ya know =] ) so we watched a movie, don't remember what it was, and at 12:30 (no this is not a joke) we blasted manheim steamroller to wake everyone up and opened presents because 12:30 is technically Christmas morning....right? and this was like last year i think....ya we're both in college dont worry, so he had to convince allison to get out of bed. it was a lot of fun, i'm pretty sure this year will be a repeat of that! =] love you family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2324084552556266209?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2324084552556266209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=2324084552556266209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2324084552556266209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2324084552556266209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/22-days-left-for-real.html' title='22 days left-for real'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6553531855306408850</id><published>2008-12-03T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T13:16:29.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 days....14 hours ago</title><content type='html'>ya i'm already slacking...o well =] so most of my really good christmas memories have to do with dad's annual scavengar hunt and there was one year when we lived in Missoula where he gave us all a trip to spokane to go play laser tag....who knows why we were all soooo excited but we were. apparently we loved laser tag? i'm unsure.....however, i don't remember the actual trip-just that we got to go! i love you dad and your dr. seuss-like rhyming skills!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6553531855306408850?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6553531855306408850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6553531855306408850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6553531855306408850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6553531855306408850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/23-days14-hours-ago.html' title='23 days....14 hours ago'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5795325266500175067</id><published>2008-12-01T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:35:47.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 days left!</title><content type='html'>well i'm thinking about blogging my christmas memories for my own personal advent calendar. hopefully i will be able to keep this up! =]&lt;br /&gt;well this is actually a lack of memory.....my parents have been saying for the last 2 or 3 years that we read the christmas story EVERY year.....ya right. i dont remember ever having read the story until they started claiming that we have every year. who knows, i could have fallen asleep every time but i just don't know how i could miss it every year of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5795325266500175067?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5795325266500175067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5795325266500175067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5795325266500175067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5795325266500175067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/12/24-days-left.html' title='24 days left!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6463708156138454013</id><published>2008-11-30T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:34:33.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family+josh+tons of food+apt #242=thanksgiving 2008</title><content type='html'>well thanksgiving this year was different than any thanksgiving i've had before. we had planned on waiting until saturday to have our feast with alex and dad. they were hunting in MT and wanted to get their elk. however, they love the women in their lives too much to stay away from them on thanksgiving! allison, mom and i all wanted them to come home for thanksgiving on thursday and with the excuse 'we're done hunting, we haven't seen anything, so we're coming back early' they returned to us. i bet they would have stayed up there if they didn't know how much we wanted them to be done. so they drove most of wednesday night and we had thanksgiving dinner in my apartment here in wyview. josh came over as well since he couldn't go home. he had been planing on going to las vegas with his roommate but had the excuse 'i won't be able to finish my paper if i go to vegas so i'm going to stay here'. this excuse came about conveniently after i told him that i would be staying here for thanksgiving rather than going up to montana. i just had a great week being with my family and just being able to relax amidst all the stress of college life. so here are a few pics of thanksgiving day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5a_cQMuI/AAAAAAAAASo/oULS0BYQgBM/s1600-h/DSCN1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5a_cQMuI/AAAAAAAAASo/oULS0BYQgBM/s400/DSCN1139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274622724450300642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;little bentley falling asleep on my arm while i am driving....it wasn't dangerous at all, promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5b35bVCI/AAAAAAAAASw/GNAYHeabDy0/s1600-h/DSCN1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5b35bVCI/AAAAAAAAASw/GNAYHeabDy0/s400/DSCN1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274622739605050402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;josh and i trying to have serious faces while mom is taking our picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5cIAc8sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Vinxj5LhpNs/s1600-h/DSCN1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5cIAc8sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Vinxj5LhpNs/s400/DSCN1141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274622743929483970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and us cracking up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5dGavYnI/AAAAAAAAATA/lt_r3upYc_g/s1600-h/DSCN1143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5dGavYnI/AAAAAAAAATA/lt_r3upYc_g/s400/DSCN1143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274622760682742386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;josh and i sitting at the beautifully set table. mom was so prepared-she brought a tablecloth and cute plates and matching napkins...the cups dont quite match up but its close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5dgm_uFI/AAAAAAAAATI/Ua1P7Zlnrds/s1600-h/DSCN1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5dgm_uFI/AAAAAAAAATI/Ua1P7Zlnrds/s400/DSCN1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274622767713466450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex being interrupted watching tv....thats his angry face....just kidding its really not...i love him =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM76MMAsWI/AAAAAAAAATw/tZLU0NsXosU/s1600-h/DSCN1152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM76MMAsWI/AAAAAAAAATw/tZLU0NsXosU/s400/DSCN1152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274625459471036770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;allison with her beautifully delicious pumpkin pie complete with a little snowman for decoration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM75s2SbhI/AAAAAAAAATo/2bzf_8fTt84/s1600-h/DSCN1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM75s2SbhI/AAAAAAAAATo/2bzf_8fTt84/s400/DSCN1151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274625451058425362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this probably would have been a really good pictures if my face hadn't ruined it....sorry dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM75ALY7mI/AAAAAAAAATg/vp7KREidoK0/s1600-h/DSCN1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM75ALY7mI/AAAAAAAAATg/vp7KREidoK0/s400/DSCN1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274625439067336290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;superman and wonder woman-i love them so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so (infinity number of so's) much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM74V1hi3I/AAAAAAAAATY/jf8zgWDAPOQ/s1600-h/DSCN1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM74V1hi3I/AAAAAAAAATY/jf8zgWDAPOQ/s400/DSCN1149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274625427701336946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that bird that fed us...it was scrumptdidiliumptious (yes i know that is not a word but no word exists that describes the wonderful taste in my mouth after that first bite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM73y7Y0_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/i02PW1SvNjY/s1600-h/DSCN1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM73y7Y0_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/i02PW1SvNjY/s400/DSCN1146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274625418330690546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my handsome daddio. i love him so (hey i'm a poet and i didnt even know it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i would have liked to see all my cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents on the palmer side and spend time with them this week as well but in light of recent events, my family and i weren't able to do that. but i love them all so very much and am happy to hear that thanksgiving went well for them. so because of the thanksgiving weekend, i thought i'd post a list of some of the things that i am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;my amazing wonderful incredible mother-she's wonder woman, she can do anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my accepting and loving father-he's superman. weird, i guess my parents were meant for each other! i love u both so much!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my intense beuatiful fun-loving sister who always keeps me smiling, who i love so much, and who loves me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my goofy brother who always keeps us laughing with his silliness and for his help while i've been adjusting to life at byu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my sweet kind gorgeous sister-in-law who has so much patience with alex, she's absolutely perfect for him in every way and for her perfect fit into our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my wonderful and amazing extended family who i love so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the opportunity to be here at byu getting a higher education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the comfort of my current living situation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the missionaries including those of my friends who are in the field but especially those who taught my dad and all my family members who have come before me so that i have the gospel in my life now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this amazing country that gives us so much freedom (i hope that the country will continue to provide us with freedom and safety and that Heavenly Father will guides our leaders to choose the right especially over the next four (possibly eight) years)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the sacrifices of our soldiers now and in the past-their willingness to fight and die for the freedoms of other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my health-the fact that i have never had any serious health problems&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;christmas music that i now can listen to for the next month!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the gospel and the amazing blessing that it is in my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the atonement of Jesus Christ and the blessings of repentance and forgiveness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the violin and the small talent that i have been given&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;naps!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trials and the opportunity i have to learn and grow stronger through them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the lythgoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lyndsey-my roommate who i love and miss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dishwashers-u know how they say absence makes the heart grow fonder? ya thats how i feel about dishwashers right about now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;obviously i could go on and on with this list but thats about it for now. i'm thinking of doing an advent calendar-type thing on here counting down until christmas....we'll see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6463708156138454013?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6463708156138454013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6463708156138454013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6463708156138454013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6463708156138454013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/11/familyjoshtons-of-foodapt.html' title='family+josh+tons of food+apt #242=thanksgiving 2008'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/STM5a_cQMuI/AAAAAAAAASo/oULS0BYQgBM/s72-c/DSCN1139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5857097472178828925</id><published>2008-11-13T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:45:35.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my....not sure what..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;intro: i have to do documentation each week for my university 101 class on basically whatever happened to me that week that helped me to become a better disciple scholar and i liked this post so i wanted to put it on my regular blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this week has been a tough one for me. with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a spanish test to study for,&lt;br /&gt;performance report to write,&lt;br /&gt;english research to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a book of mormon test,&lt;br /&gt;humanities notes to type up,&lt;br /&gt;an enrichment lesson to write,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my dad coming up (which is not a bad thing,&lt;br /&gt;however it was stressful to get things&lt;br /&gt;done before he came),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;humanities note cards to write,&lt;br /&gt;class registration to figure out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a humanities test on monday,&lt;br /&gt;and not enough sleep to get&lt;br /&gt;me through the day-it's been pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i've been loving college so far but my experiences&lt;br /&gt;this week have helped me come to the conclusion that i need&lt;br /&gt;to take it a little more seriously. i need to do assignments in advance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;rather than waiting till the last minute and lean on Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Christ for help when i just don't have the energy to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;i've only begun to realize how amazing this university really is and&lt;br /&gt;the blessings that i have received by being here. i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;able to get assignments done even when i do procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;(the down side is that they are never as good as i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;could make them if i had taken the time to domy best),&lt;br /&gt;sleep during the day (which is something i NEVER thought i'd do),&lt;br /&gt;and get all the things done that i need to even though there's&lt;br /&gt;not enough time in the day. these might seem like silly things&lt;br /&gt;to be grateful for but they just remind me that Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;is there to help us in our daily trials, not just with the big stuff.&lt;br /&gt;He is always there for me when i need Him and will always be&lt;br /&gt;at my side to help me with my life. and that is disciple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;scholarship to me. it is recognizing the hand of the Lord in&lt;br /&gt;our lives-in our schooling, with friends, and with&lt;br /&gt;the small troubles of our hearts. it is realizing that&lt;br /&gt;all things come from Him so that we are reminded to be humble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and not take pride in our own accomplishments. He is my Lord and&lt;br /&gt;Savior and loves me the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;His doctrine will never change and He will ALWAYS be&lt;br /&gt;there to help us through this test of life. i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so incredibly grateful for that blessing in my life and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;for all the blessings that i have been given and i recognize&lt;br /&gt;the hand of the Lord in each and every good thing that i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5857097472178828925?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5857097472178828925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5857097472178828925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5857097472178828925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5857097472178828925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-this-week-has-been-tough-one-for-me.html' title='my....not sure what..'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2602026782107072266</id><published>2008-11-09T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:11:45.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silliness, craziness, happiness=sisterhood</title><content type='html'>ok i know she's my sister so i have to love her cuz we're family right?? WRONG! i love her so much, we have been having so much fun together lately and i love that we live so close to each other! sure, we get on each other's nerves sometimes because come on, we're sisters, thats just how it works but man when we are both happy and in silly moods, there's no telling what we'll do!! ps-this is us acting....well...silly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe3OqjZCHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bo3mbfNOvRw/s1600-h/Photo+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe3OqjZCHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bo3mbfNOvRw/s400/Photo+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266879751801866354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe3OZvYNHI/AAAAAAAAASI/jGm6iW650eA/s1600-h/Photo+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe3BLf2JvI/AAAAAAAAARo/cQ_BR5NO7qc/s400/Photo+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266879520127198962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe3ApjA9cI/AAAAAAAAARg/dwiGGCF-u78/s1600-h/Photo+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe3ApjA9cI/AAAAAAAAARg/dwiGGCF-u78/s400/Photo+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266879511013684674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe2vKjflCI/AAAAAAAAARY/ygTBDC17sak/s1600-h/Photo+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe2vKjflCI/AAAAAAAAARY/ygTBDC17sak/s400/Photo+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266879210636416034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe2uxuReNI/AAAAAAAAARQ/KJmQnzuTCVI/s1600-h/Photo+93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe2ufVQe8I/AAAAAAAAARA/TDw_I-dch5g/s400/Photo+82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266879199033981890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe2uWn7NnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oenH40YI-D8/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe2uWn7NnI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/oenH40YI-D8/s400/Photo+24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266879196696360562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe3O4idpGI/AAAAAAAAASg/4hJDRZ8GHsM/s1600-h/Photo+94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe3O4idpGI/AAAAAAAAASg/4hJDRZ8GHsM/s400/Photo+94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266879755556070498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2602026782107072266?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2602026782107072266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=2602026782107072266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2602026782107072266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2602026782107072266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/11/silliness-craziness-happinesssisterhood.html' title='silliness, craziness, happiness=sisterhood'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SRe3OqjZCHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/bo3mbfNOvRw/s72-c/Photo+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5302602132353929612</id><published>2008-11-03T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:12:11.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ParEnTs weEkENd pArt 2!</title><content type='html'>so i wasn't as successful at taking pictures as i wanted to be during parents weekend.....actually i only took pictures while i was bowling with dad and alex. and a pic of my gloves the 5k. so here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89HWGO0zI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RuihOcXp6n4/s1600-h/DSCN0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89HWGO0zI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RuihOcXp6n4/s400/DSCN0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264493685819495218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;post bowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89G2xDT8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Cp5sRcmDPkc/s1600-h/DSCN0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89G2xDT8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/Cp5sRcmDPkc/s400/DSCN0783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264493677409161154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alex does some funny moves when he bowls, it kinda looks like he's dancing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89GetJuEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/P_ZYd9Q-qKA/s1600-h/DSCN0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89GetJuEI/AAAAAAAAAQY/P_ZYd9Q-qKA/s400/DSCN0782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264493670950352962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89Fy7JPHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KlZZnqr1WD4/s1600-h/DSCN0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89Fy7JPHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KlZZnqr1WD4/s400/DSCN0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264493659197881458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad choosing his weapon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89Fg4LsEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/273IzueLUKI/s1600-h/DSCN0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89Fg4LsEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/273IzueLUKI/s400/DSCN0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264493654353621058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe it's something with the boys in our family, dad was doin some funny stuff after he let go of the ball as well, looks like he's goin for ballet style dancing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ8-TWJ0cCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3na7FDC2g9k/s1600-h/DSCN0785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ8-TWJ0cCI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3na7FDC2g9k/s400/DSCN0785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264494991504601122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gloves after falling during the 5k-the one pretty much burst open but i was thankful that my favorite sweatpants stayed intact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;parents weekend was such a blast, i loved hanging out with my family, they are such great examples to me! the only way it could have been better is if jessica was there with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5302602132353929612?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5302602132353929612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5302602132353929612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5302602132353929612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5302602132353929612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/11/parents-weekend-part-2.html' title='ParEnTs weEkENd pArt 2!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQ89HWGO0zI/AAAAAAAAAQo/RuihOcXp6n4/s72-c/DSCN0784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-1050170593331757400</id><published>2008-10-30T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:15:46.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been tagged!</title><content type='html'>i haven't done the past couple things that i've been tagged with and so now i'm feeling the guilt. thank you kim for tagging me-hope this is interesting for all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;my 8 obsessions right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*the office&lt;br /&gt;(i'm pretty sure anyone who has ever talked to me knows that one)&lt;br /&gt;*disneyworld internship&lt;br /&gt;*solitaire&lt;br /&gt;(my mom will be so disappointed.....sorry, i'm pretty much addicted)&lt;br /&gt;*school - an involuntary obsession&lt;br /&gt;*volleyball-sadly, intermurals are over :,(&lt;br /&gt;*my most recent obsession - CHUCK! (i love him(it's a TV show))&lt;br /&gt;*hats - my best solution for a bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;*facebook - ya....it's sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;8 words or phrases i use often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*seriously....?/really....?&lt;br /&gt;*ugh/ick&lt;br /&gt;(you'd have to hear me say it to really know what it sounds like, i get made fun of cuz i say it about almost anything i don't like)&lt;br /&gt;*its whatev&lt;br /&gt;*i'm not gonna lie...&lt;br /&gt;*grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;(this is when i'm annoyed about something)&lt;br /&gt;*i really wish...&lt;br /&gt;(i also say this when i'm annoyed with something and want it to be different. for example: i really wish the internet wasn't so slow)&lt;br /&gt;*i hate my life&lt;br /&gt;(this is always said sarcastically unless i'm having a really bad day or something really embarrassing happened)&lt;br /&gt;*sad day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 things i want to do before i die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*learn how to drive a stick shift&lt;br /&gt;*have a romantic movie kiss (complete with gushy music and fireworks)&lt;br /&gt;*get into club 33&lt;br /&gt;*ride a train&lt;br /&gt;*straddle the equator&lt;br /&gt;*wish on a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;*do something crazy and impulsive&lt;br /&gt;*watch a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 things i want or need right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*to watch season 1 of chuck&lt;br /&gt;*an iPod touch&lt;br /&gt;*to have some alone time&lt;br /&gt;*a nap&lt;br /&gt;*something happy&lt;br /&gt;*long hair&lt;br /&gt;*to do my visiting teaching&lt;br /&gt;*a blackberry-like phone (but not an actual blackberry-i don't like those)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQoxWG-MDXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/W2haZtKNWE0/s1600-h/mosaic7814368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQoxWG-MDXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/W2haZtKNWE0/s400/mosaic7814368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263073370434178418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 people i tag (i'm pretty sure i don't know 8 people that read my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*mom&lt;br /&gt;*jessica&lt;br /&gt;*allison&lt;br /&gt;*ashleigh&lt;br /&gt;*laura&lt;br /&gt;*tierre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-1050170593331757400?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/1050170593331757400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=1050170593331757400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/1050170593331757400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/1050170593331757400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='i&apos;ve been tagged!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQoxWG-MDXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/W2haZtKNWE0/s72-c/mosaic7814368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-840476879639875047</id><published>2008-10-24T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:41:00.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parents weekend part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQHecReAE-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Mk3bUE3z4yA/s1600-h/_DSC2683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQHecReAE-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Mk3bUE3z4yA/s400/_DSC2683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260730417052390370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today my parents are coming up to provo for parents weekend! i'm so incredibly excited i can hardly contain it. here is what we have scheduled so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat lunch in the cougareat around 1:00 pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hang out ALL day long =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;possibly drive up to the canyon to see the fall colors...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parent's Weekend 5K @ 8:00 am with the whole family: alex, allison, jessica, me, mom, and dad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BYU football game vs. UNLV @ 12:00 (we better crush them or else i will cry :,( .....i'm serious)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;possibly hike the Y? (my mom has never done it before....i dont know how she dodged that bullet while she was here!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hang out with family, maybe go through some of grandma Myrtle's stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to church @ 10:40 am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dad and alex leave to go hunting in MT?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;then mom and dad will leave for home on tuesday i think....and then its good-bye until next time (possibly thanksgiving). man, just thinking about saying good-bye is making me sad. needless to say i am excited for this weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-the reason why this is part 1 is b/c i'm planning on putting up pictures post parent's wekend...in case you were wondering about that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-840476879639875047?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/840476879639875047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=840476879639875047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/840476879639875047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/840476879639875047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/10/parents-weekend-part-1.html' title='parents weekend part 1'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SQHecReAE-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Mk3bUE3z4yA/s72-c/_DSC2683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8927934558932388888</id><published>2008-10-19T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:14:54.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics</title><content type='html'>i just thought i'd upload some pictures that i've taken while up here at BYU. i'm having lots of fun and its been a crazy 6 weeks but it will only get crazier so i'm bracing myself for what's coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXhqKM8pI/AAAAAAAAANg/Hbnh48vEsGo/s1600-h/DSCN2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXhqKM8pI/AAAAAAAAANg/Hbnh48vEsGo/s320/DSCN2231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259033963137921682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were "studying" spanish.....(that means alex was really playing mario)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXh2-KsmI/AAAAAAAAANo/q6Q87kb6ogw/s1600-h/DSCN2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXh2-KsmI/AAAAAAAAANo/q6Q87kb6ogw/s320/DSCN2240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259033966577103458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at the mall shopping with ally rae. we like taking pictures of ourselves =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXiQShFgI/AAAAAAAAANw/wqIUChNRglM/s1600-h/DSCN2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXiQShFgI/AAAAAAAAANw/wqIUChNRglM/s320/DSCN2259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259033973373343234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tierre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXimIl6HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RGTmifkUdRA/s1600-h/DSCN2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXimIl6HI/AAAAAAAAAN4/RGTmifkUdRA/s320/DSCN2257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259033979237296242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaNae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXi0OUoII/AAAAAAAAAOA/yrScZSHLXC8/s1600-h/DSCN2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXi0OUoII/AAAAAAAAAOA/yrScZSHLXC8/s320/DSCN2292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259033983019425922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tierre and i @ the football game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvYaLyTx_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/CmRXkrJc1BQ/s1600-h/DSCN0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvYaLyTx_I/AAAAAAAAAOI/CmRXkrJc1BQ/s320/DSCN0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034934237186034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh, tierre, and chris-on our way to rent a movie from blockbuster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvYa47LlJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/514hf0puq9c/s1600-h/DSCN0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvYa47LlJI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/514hf0puq9c/s320/DSCN0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034946353992850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jaNae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvYbGHGOeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CLSU6NiG7fw/s1600-h/DSCN0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvYbGHGOeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CLSU6NiG7fw/s320/DSCN0674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034949893634530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is tierre and i "studying" (aka-getting bored and taking silly pictures instead) o ya and we didn't even plan this-we're just psychic =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvYbZ0dIJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JJ5KTAVH-y4/s1600-h/DSCN0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvYbZ0dIJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JJ5KTAVH-y4/s320/DSCN0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034955184152722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more silliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvYbgYBwRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y0UEyM-kYO4/s1600-h/DSCN0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvYbgYBwRI/AAAAAAAAAOo/y0UEyM-kYO4/s320/DSCN0681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259034956943966482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally a cute one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvZVqOyLBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pN8TPqjKw1w/s1600-h/DSCN0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvZVqOyLBI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pN8TPqjKw1w/s320/DSCN0685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259035956021963794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mt. timp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvZV1hbVTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ot1Bf6dtxvQ/s1600-h/DSCN0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvZV1hbVTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Ot1Bf6dtxvQ/s320/DSCN0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259035959052948786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i got bored in Book of Mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvZWZ8j6TI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OvRL7DkY3E8/s1600-h/DSCN0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvZWZ8j6TI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OvRL7DkY3E8/s320/DSCN0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259035968830433586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tierre and i went shopping for warm clothes-she was very excited about her many purchases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvZWsWplnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PhupFXVU9QA/s1600-h/DSCN0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvZWsWplnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/PhupFXVU9QA/s320/DSCN0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259035973771695730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tierre and i after the coldest football game yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8927934558932388888?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/8927934558932388888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=8927934558932388888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8927934558932388888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8927934558932388888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-pics.html' title='random pics'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SPvXhqKM8pI/AAAAAAAAANg/Hbnh48vEsGo/s72-c/DSCN2231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-110501150522278581</id><published>2008-10-10T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:17:56.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lynds cut my bangs...</title><content type='html'>and i LOVE LOVE LOVE them!!!!! they're super cute and i love that its enough of a change where i don't hate my hair anymore but at the same time i can still grow out my hair. i love them! here are some pics i took to send to my parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SO-cF1AkZDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OCoXBn43zog/s1600-h/Photo+63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SO-cF1AkZDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OCoXBn43zog/s320/Photo+63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255590914107401266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SO-cGYY97DI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_hBB5VYvZ1w/s1600-h/Photo+65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SO-cGYY97DI/AAAAAAAAAMo/_hBB5VYvZ1w/s320/Photo+65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255590923604978738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SO-cGQY2ViI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Vy0DbWg3bXc/s1600-h/Photo+45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SO-cGQY2ViI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Vy0DbWg3bXc/s320/Photo+45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255590921456997922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SO-cGbtcUlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eBi7CK7K-ok/s1600-h/Photo+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SO-cGbtcUlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/eBi7CK7K-ok/s320/Photo+27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255590924496163410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-110501150522278581?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/110501150522278581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=110501150522278581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/110501150522278581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/110501150522278581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/10/lynds-cut-my-bangs.html' title='lynds cut my bangs...'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SO-cF1AkZDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/OCoXBn43zog/s72-c/Photo+63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4194160593300802366</id><published>2008-10-06T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:42:57.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is me</title><content type='html'>well i put the personality test on here before i even read it (i just copy-pasted) but i did read it and wow its pretty much dead on. i love love love the part that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who &lt;b&gt;haven't&lt;/b&gt; known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance, an ISFJ child may be reproved for "sulking," the actual cause of which is a combination of physical illness plus misguided "good manners." An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ's unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they "didn't want to burden anyone with." Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOpN-_9VleI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G7RVfYiX8Bo/s1600-h/IMG_3735_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOpN-_9VleI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G7RVfYiX8Bo/s400/IMG_3735_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254097659997033954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya that is EXACTLY, to a T, dead on how i act. i definitely don't tell people my problems because i don't want them to have to worry about my problems on top of theirs, i HATE feeling like a burden to other people. however, it was wrong about one thing. i am not the type to tell you what's wrong after a lot of questioning. well maybe i will tell but only because i am really annoyed and don't want you to ask anymore. more often than not i'll get really annoyed if, when i'm quiet, someone asks,"whats wrong?" "are you ok?" "what can i do for you?" "how can i help?" "are you depressed?" repeatedly because that definitely makes me feel like even more of a burden if it's bothering someone that bad that i'm not talkative. so you can go ahead and "take the initiative to uncover the problem" but it will probably make me less inclined to tell you and its usually nothing big so don't worry too much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4194160593300802366?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4194160593300802366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4194160593300802366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4194160593300802366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4194160593300802366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-me.html' title='this is me'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOpN-_9VleI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G7RVfYiX8Bo/s72-c/IMG_3735_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-7539964069889246264</id><published>2008-10-04T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:05:03.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ResultsSpan"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so i just took a personality test from www.humanmetrics.com here are my results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your Type is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ISFJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="50%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Introverted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Sensing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Judging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Strength of the preferences %&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;78&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;67&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;these are two different analyses of my results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guardian™ Portrait of the Protector (ISFJ) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/center&gt;        &lt;p&gt; We are lucky that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Protectors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; make up as much as ten percent the population, because their primary interest is in the safety and security of those they care about - their family, their circle of friends, their students, their patients, their boss, their fellow-workers, or their employees. Protectors have an extraordinary sense of loyalty and responsibility in their makeup, and seem fulfilled in the degree they can shield others from the dirt and dangers of the world. Speculating and experimenting do not intrigue Protectors, who prefer to make do with time-honored and time-tested products and procedures rather than change to new. At work Protectors are seldom happy in situations where the rules are constantly changing, or where long-established ways of doing things are not respected. For their part, Protectors value tradition, both in the culture and in their family. Protectors believe deeply in the stability of social ranking conferred by birth, titles, offices, and credentials. And they cherish family history and enjoy caring for family property, from houses to heirlooms. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt; Wanting to be of service to others, Protectors find great satisfaction in assisting the downtrodden, and can deal with disability and neediness in others better than any other type. They are not as outgoing and talkative as the Provider Guardians [ESFJs], and their shyness is often misjudged as stiffness, even coldness, when in truth Protectors are warm-hearted and sympathetic, giving happily of themselves to those in need. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p&gt; Their reserve ought really to be seen as an expression of their sincerity and seriousness of purpose. The most diligent of all the types, Protectors are willing to work long, hard hours quietly doing all the thankless jobs that others manage to avoid. Protectors are quite happy working alone; in fact, in positions of authority they may try to do everything themselves rather than direct others to get the job done. Thoroughness and frugality are also virtues for them. When Protectors undertake a task, they will complete it if humanly possible. They also know better than any other type the value of a dollar, and they abhor the squandering or misuse of money. To save, to put something aside against an unpredictable future, to prepare for emergencies-these are actions near and dear to the Protector's heart. For all these reasons, Protectors are frequently overworked, just as they are frequently misunderstood and undervalued. Their contributions, and also their economies, are often taken for granted, and they rarely get the gratitude they deserve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&amp;amp;f=fourtemps&amp;amp;tab=2&amp;amp;c=teresa"&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/a&gt;, George H.W. Bush, Jimmy Steward, and Tsar Nicholas II are examples of Protector Guardian style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 32px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:'Century Schoolbook','Times New Roman',serif;font-size:30;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introverted Sensing Feeling Judging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Marina Margaret Heiss  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  Profile:  ISFJ&lt;br /&gt;Revision:  3.1&lt;br /&gt;Date of Revision:  20 Aug 2007  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; ISFJs are characterized above all by their desire to serve others, their "need to be needed." In extreme cases, this need is so strong that standard give-and-take relationships are deeply unsatisfying to them; however, most ISFJs find more than enough with which to occupy themselves within the framework of a normal life. (Since ISFJs, like all SJs, are very much bound by the prevailing social conventions, their form of "service" is likely to exclude any elements of moral or political controversy; they specialize in the local, the personal, and the practical.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ISFJs are often unappreciated, at work, home, and play. Ironically, because they prove over and over that they can be relied on for their loyalty and unstinting, high-quality work, those around them often take them for granted--even take advantage of them. Admittedly, the problem is sometimes aggravated by the ISFJs themselves; for instance, they are notoriously bad at delegating ("If you want it done right, do it yourself"). And although they're hurt by being treated like doormats, they are often unwilling to toot their own horns about their accomplishments because they feel that although they deserve more credit than they're getting, it's somehow wrong to &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; any sort of reward for doing work (which is supposed to be a virtue in itself). (And as low-profile Is, their actions don't call attention to themselves as with charismatic Es.) Because of all of this, ISFJs are often overworked, and as a result may suffer from psychosomatic illnesses. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the workplace, ISFJs are methodical and accurate workers, often with very good memories and unexpected analytic abilities; they are also good with people in small-group or one-on-one situations because of their patient and genuinely sympathetic approach to dealing with others. ISFJs make pleasant and reliable co-workers and exemplary employees, but tend to be harried and uncomfortable in supervisory roles. They are capable of forming strong loyalties, but these are &lt;b&gt;personal&lt;/b&gt; rather than &lt;b&gt;institutional&lt;/b&gt; loyalties; if someone they've bonded with in this way leaves the company, the ISFJ will leave with them, if given the option. Traditional careers for an ISFJ include: teaching, social work, most religious work, nursing, medicine (general practice only), clerical and and secretarial work of any kind, and some kinds of administrative careers. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While their work ethic is high on the ISFJ priority list, their families are the centers of their lives. ISFJs are extremely warm and demonstrative within the family circle--and often possessive of their loved ones, as well. When these include Es who want to socialize with the rest of the world, or self-contained ITs, the ISFJ must learn to adjust to these behaviors and not interpret them as rejection. Being SJs, they place a strong emphasis on conventional behavior (although, unlike STJs, they are usually as concerned with being "nice" as with strict propriety); if any of their nearest and dearest depart from the straight-and-narrow, it causes the ISFJ major embarrassment: the closer the relationship and the more public the act, the more intense the embarrassment (a fact which many of their teenage children take gleeful advantage of). Over time, however, ISFJs usually mellow, and learn to regard the culprits as harmless eccentrics :-). Needless to say, ISFJs take infinite trouble over meals, gifts, celebrations, etc., for their loved ones--although strong Js may tend to focus more on what the recipient &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt; want rather than what they &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; want. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment's notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don't expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure.) Unlike with EPs, the older the friendship is, the more an ISFJ will value it. One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who &lt;b&gt;haven't&lt;/b&gt; known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance, an ISFJ child may be reproved for "sulking," the actual cause of which is a combination of physical illness plus misguided "good manners." An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ's unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they "didn't want to burden anyone with." Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;a style="font-size: 18px; color: rgb(102, 102, 136);" href="http://typelogic.com/fa.html"&gt;Functional Analysis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Joe Butt &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Introverted Sensing&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt; As for ISTJs, the dominant Si is oriented toward the world of forms, essences, generics.  Again, "for both of the IS_J types, the sense of propriety comes from the clear definition of these internal forms. ... A 'proper' chair has four legs," etc.  (Jung saw IS as something of an oxymoron: sensing, which is a perceiving function, focused inward and thus &lt;b&gt;away&lt;/b&gt; from that which is perceived (the "object").  In this light, he described this sensing as something removed from reality, full of archetypes/mythical figures/hobgoblins; sensing of one's own set of forms.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Extraverted Feeling&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt; A kind of "regression toward the mean" provided by the Fe auxiliary function serves to socialize the expression of these forms.  I suppose it's the auxiliary nature of this Feeling, coupled with the balancing effect of {detachment from the internal idiosyncratic view of free-floating data perceptions} that makes ISFJs tentative, conservative, and reticent to boldly state the rights and wrongs in the relational world.  (Loosely translated, ISFJs like to keep their perceptions to themselves, and aren't sure enough that what they "see" as Introverted Sensors has any relevance to the outside world.  Thus the perception, based on unworldly data, may not be true.  The obedient Extraverted Feeling function must therefore refrain from strong statements expressing these opinions.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Introverted Thinking&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt; Introverted Thinking is turned inward and is largely invisible.  It is only with great difficulty, if at all, that the ISFJ could willingly commit anyone to their doom.  Perhaps this explains why ISFJs are loyal to the end; there is no sense of purely objective (i.e., impersonal) judgement of anyone but themselves (and that only by their own standards).  Here is this type's achilles heel that makes many of them so vulnerable to the scoundrels and ne'er-do-wells who often use and abuse them.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Extraverted iNtuition&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt; ISFJs are easily undone by Extraverted iNtuition, their inferior function. Believing in the fantastic, and disbelieving the technologically extant,  are errors that my guide the gullible (or unfoundedly sceptical) ISFJ off  a precipice of mis-conclusion.  (One of our co-workers' mothers adamantly  refused to believe that Dave Letterman's mom was actually at the olympics  in Norway talking with the athletes and handing out hams!  She  suspected technological trickery.)  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; This childlike Ne is, however, the likely source (coupled with fun-loving Extraverted Feeling) of the practical joking, punning and (usually harmless) impishness of some ISFJs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Famous ISFJs:&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt; St. Teresa of Avila (Teresa de Jesus)&lt;br /&gt;Louisa May Alcott&lt;br /&gt;Alfred, Lord Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;Queen Elizabeth II of England&lt;br /&gt;Robert E. Lee&lt;br /&gt;Queen Mary I ("Bloody Mary") of England&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fictional:&lt;br /&gt;Bianca in &lt;i&gt;Taming of the Shrew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Copperfield&lt;br /&gt;Hero in &lt;i&gt;Much Ado About Nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie in &lt;i&gt;Gone With The Wind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia in &lt;i&gt;Hamlet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. John H. Watson, M.D.  (Sherlock Holmes' faithful sidekick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;U.S. Presidents:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;William Howard Taft&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;  Johnny Carson, comedian&lt;br /&gt;Robin Roberts (&lt;i&gt;Good Morning America&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Kristi Yamaguchi, US Olympic figure skater&lt;br /&gt;Ed Bradley, journalist&lt;span id="ResultsSpan"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-7539964069889246264?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/7539964069889246264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=7539964069889246264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7539964069889246264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7539964069889246264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/10/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6104992477891902515</id><published>2008-09-29T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:28:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i absolutely LOVE going to football games (and playing in them) so i'm very happy with my decision to get students tickets to every home BYU game. here are some pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOFx7NxHdjI/AAAAAAAAALo/b7qIoojRw8Y/s1600-h/DSCN2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOFx7NxHdjI/AAAAAAAAALo/b7qIoojRw8Y/s400/DSCN2239.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251603902612600370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jessica and i @ the BYU-UCLA game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOFx7U0bvdI/AAAAAAAAALw/GINOquMuYiA/s1600-h/DSCN2288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOFx7U0bvdI/AAAAAAAAALw/GINOquMuYiA/s400/DSCN2288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251603904505560530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYU-Wyoming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOFx77O9JdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/j5aDilf6mfM/s1600-h/DSCN2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOFx77O9JdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/j5aDilf6mfM/s400/DSCN2292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251603914817349074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and Tierre at the BYU-Wyoming game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOFx8MbtrpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5COJMULQ53E/s1600-h/DSCN2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOFx8MbtrpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5COJMULQ53E/s400/DSCN2287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251603919434264210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BYU cougar stadium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6104992477891902515?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6104992477891902515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6104992477891902515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6104992477891902515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6104992477891902515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/byu-football.html' title='BYU football'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SOFx7NxHdjI/AAAAAAAAALo/b7qIoojRw8Y/s72-c/DSCN2239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8909581522189000128</id><published>2008-09-26T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:24:40.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>photos by jaNae</title><content type='html'>about a week ago janae, tierre, lyndsey, alex and i went out to utah lake to take pictures b/c janae wanted to work on her photography skills. it was so much fun we were just being silly and afterwards lynds and i started editting the pics on my mac and i love them. so here are some of the ones we editted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mA5SL_JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SS_8bDPGaRk/s1600-h/IMG_3606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mA5SL_JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SS_8bDPGaRk/s320/IMG_3606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250394537402825874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful Lyndsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mBMzfLvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YMdxqwdTSwk/s1600-h/IMG_3632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mBMzfLvI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YMdxqwdTSwk/s320/IMG_3632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250394542642769650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tierre-i editted it and tried to make her eyes stand out. i love her eyes =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mBWGdwbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2X99zrgBVfE/s1600-h/IMG_3656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mBWGdwbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/2X99zrgBVfE/s320/IMG_3656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250394545138287026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mBkjpv1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/5V2XtTuETso/s1600-h/IMG_3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mBkjpv1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/5V2XtTuETso/s320/IMG_3670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250394549018804050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry Lyndsey-cool background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mB0Cm08I/AAAAAAAAALA/RGRNo6xZpsc/s1600-h/IMG_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mB0Cm08I/AAAAAAAAALA/RGRNo6xZpsc/s320/IMG_3677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250394553175167938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brother and sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0nek50G6I/AAAAAAAAALI/TWPd90a9iwg/s1600-h/IMG_3690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0nek50G6I/AAAAAAAAALI/TWPd90a9iwg/s320/IMG_3690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250396146839591842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy Lyndsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0ne0GQW3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PMa_m2ObxVc/s1600-h/IMG_3735_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0ne0GQW3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PMa_m2ObxVc/s320/IMG_3735_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250396150918306674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this picture of me. it's probably my favorite one of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0nfCImO2I/AAAAAAAAALY/UA5IgN89Y2Q/s1600-h/IMG_3712_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0nfCImO2I/AAAAAAAAALY/UA5IgN89Y2Q/s320/IMG_3712_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250396154686225250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tierre in the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0nfQitf9I/AAAAAAAAALg/2fS8Mf0r7bM/s1600-h/IMG_3715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0nfQitf9I/AAAAAAAAALg/2fS8Mf0r7bM/s320/IMG_3715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250396158553849810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sad picture but i love the background-the water is so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps-i love janae she is amazing =] i wish we took pictures of her to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8909581522189000128?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/8909581522189000128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=8909581522189000128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8909581522189000128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8909581522189000128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/photos-by-janae.html' title='photos by jaNae'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SN0mA5SL_JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/SS_8bDPGaRk/s72-c/IMG_3606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6662481683696154027</id><published>2008-09-25T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:54:06.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post #50!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.register123.com/event/accounts/register123/disney/disneyland/events/wdct2007/Disneyland%20Railroad%2050%20small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.register123.com/event/accounts/register123/disney/disneyland/events/wdct2007/Disneyland%20Railroad%2050%20small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my 50th post how exciting!!! although at least half of them have been quotes from the office but still, 50 is a lot!!! YAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6662481683696154027?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6662481683696154027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6662481683696154027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6662481683696154027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6662481683696154027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-50.html' title='Post #50!!!'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5768931246073798042</id><published>2008-09-22T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:21:40.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Oscar:&lt;/b&gt; Well this is what happened. Uh, Ryan's big project was the website. Which wasn't doing so well. So Ryan, to give the impression of sales, recorded them twice. Once as offices and once in the website sales, which is what we refer to in the business as misleading the shareholders. Another good term is fraud. The real crime, I think, was the beard. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/Image/The-Office-characters/Oscar-Nunez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/Image/The-Office-characters/Oscar-Nunez.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5768931246073798042?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5768931246073798042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5768931246073798042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5768931246073798042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5768931246073798042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/31.html' title='31'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2297094599318272741</id><published>2008-09-21T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T08:42:36.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#30...??</title><content type='html'>from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the money &lt;/span&gt;episode&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; I DECLARE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BANKRUPTCY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2297094599318272741?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2297094599318272741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=2297094599318272741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2297094599318272741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2297094599318272741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-office-quote-i-lost-count.html' title='#30...??'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-64632618077142470</id><published>2008-09-19T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:04:00.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FALSE....black bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/96/09/0000039609_20070509125807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/96/09/0000039609_20070509125807.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are officially within 7 days of the office season 5 premiere and i am so excited i think i'm going to scream!!!! how is it that a tv show can make me THAT excited?? however, tragically i will not be able to watch the show on that night because of a play i have to go to for humanities...i'm really depressed about that but i'll probably watch it the second i get home from the play. i'm hoping and praying that they put it online for me to watch...just for me though =) i can't help but feeling like i'm a little pathetic since i know almost every quote including who said it, which episode, and which season it is in. maybe i'm just weird...o well. anyway, i literally cannot wait for what this season has in store for us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o and here's a quote from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;product recall&lt;/span&gt; episode in season 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="height: 60px; width: 99%;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 20%;" class="quoteName"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jim Halpert:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 80%;" class="quoteText"&gt;Question. What kind of bear is best?&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 20%;" class="quoteName"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dwight Schrute:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 80%;" class="quoteText"&gt;That's a ridiculous question.&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 20%;" class="quoteName"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jim Halpert:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 80%;" class="quoteText"&gt;False. Black bear.&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 20%;" class="quoteName"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dwight Schrute:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 80%;" class="quoteText"&gt;That's debatable. There are basically two schools of thought--&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 20%;" class="quoteName"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jim Halpert:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 80%;" class="quoteText"&gt;Fact. Bears eat beets. Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica.&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;/tr&gt;      &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 20%;" class="quoteName"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dwight Schrute:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td style="width: 80%;" class="quoteText"&gt;Bears do not... What is going on?! What are you doing?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-64632618077142470?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/64632618077142470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=64632618077142470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/64632618077142470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/64632618077142470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/falseblack-bear.html' title='FALSE....black bear'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-952312589995759476</id><published>2008-09-19T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:24:22.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the previous post....</title><content type='html'>ok the post below was actually written last night around 10:00 p.m. in the library while studying spanish after playing a game of intramural volleyball. anyway, that's why that post was random and weird, i was really tired and sick of studying. but today is a better day-i got to sleep but i'm still really tired. I LOVE BYU!! WOO HOO!! o and my mom is here and i get to hang out with her today and go to dinner at Bombay house tonight! and then i get to go to a ironman at the dollar theater with this guy that i maybe kinda sorta like...? i have things to look forward to! i'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-952312589995759476?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/952312589995759476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=952312589995759476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/952312589995759476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/952312589995759476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-previous-post.html' title='on the previous post....'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8027484880846119797</id><published>2008-09-18T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:05:00.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have nothing left</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SNOgyAyGq0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/kY698Bm91KM/s1600-h/Photo+52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SNOgyAyGq0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/kY698Bm91KM/s400/Photo+52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247714771880815426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow that was kind of a depressing title...at this moment i just feel spent. i'm worn out emotionally, mentally, and physically. is that just what college does to you? it seems like being worn out is becoming a recurring theme in my life. i feel like i've given everything i've got and it's just not enough to succeed. but i'm going to keep trying. i'm going to continue on this difficult path they call life and see the silver lining. wow i sound delirious.....i'm just tired and sick of spanish. i didn't think the day would ever come that i would be sick of spanish but i am. i've been doing SO much of it that its wearing on me. i love spanish but honestly it's possible to have too much of a good thing. o and another thing, my contacts are killing me. they are dried out and sticky and weird and my eyeballs feel like they're dehydrated, like all the liquid has been sucked out of them. dang i'm so weird right now. let's see..looking on the bright side-i got a little package from Tom today...i'm not so sure that's a bright side. but at least i have someone who cares about me that much. and believe me, he cares about me a lot. i think (1) spraying his cologne on the fan he sent me (2) telling me about trying to explain love to a less-active member and asking if i could think of a definition for it (which i'm actually trying to do-not for him but for myself-it's probably hard if you've never been in love) (3) sending 70 pictures of himself/japan to me (4) writing two letters, one of which is 1 page front and back while the other is 3 pages front and back and (5) telling me i look 'really cute' in my graduation announcement. Alex (my brother) and Lyndsey (my roommate) both told me it's because he wants me to be the mother of his children. I'm not convinced. Anyway, that was my exciting news of the day. i love my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8027484880846119797?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/8027484880846119797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=8027484880846119797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8027484880846119797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8027484880846119797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-nothing-left.html' title='i have nothing left'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SNOgyAyGq0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/kY698Bm91KM/s72-c/Photo+52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6039930117967076522</id><published>2008-09-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:59:38.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#28</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5131QMDV6RL._SX320_SY240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5131QMDV6RL._SX320_SY240_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan:&lt;/span&gt; What I really want, honestly, Michael is for you to know it so that you can communicate it to the people here, to your clients, whomever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan:&lt;/span&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt;  It's whoever, not whomever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan:&lt;/span&gt;  It's whomever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt;  No, whomever is never acutally right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jim Halpert&lt;/span&gt;:  Nope, sometimes it's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creed:&lt;/span&gt;  Michael is right. It's a made up word used to trick students-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andy:&lt;/span&gt;  No. Actually, whomever is the formal version of the word--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar:&lt;/span&gt;  Obviously it's a real word- but I don't know how to use it correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt;  [to camera] Not a native speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin:&lt;/span&gt;  I know what's right. But I'm not gonna say. Because you're all jerks who didn't come see my band last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan:&lt;/span&gt;  Do you really know which one is correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin:&lt;/span&gt;  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pam Beesly:&lt;/span&gt;  It's whom when it's the object of the sentence and who when as the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phyllis: &lt;/span&gt; That sounds right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt;  Well it sounds right but is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stanley:&lt;/span&gt;  How did Ryan use it, as an object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan:&lt;/span&gt;  As an object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kelly: &lt;/span&gt; Ryan used me as an object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oscar:&lt;/span&gt;  Is he right about that--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pam Beesly:&lt;/span&gt;  How did he use it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toby:&lt;/span&gt;  It was, Ryan wanted Michael, the subject, to explain the computer system, the object--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt;  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toby:&lt;/span&gt;  ...to whomever, meaning us, the indirect object. Which is the, the correct usage of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt;  No one, uh asked you anything ever so whomever's name is Toby, why don't you take a letter opener and stick it in your skull?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6039930117967076522?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6039930117967076522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6039930117967076522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6039930117967076522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6039930117967076522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/28.html' title='#28'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2074974750944374575</id><published>2008-09-14T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:29:23.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOASIS</title><content type='html'>ok i think sunday is officially my day to catch up on blogging cuz that's what i'm doing. this week-i think it was wed or thurs night...alex and allison invited me, janae, and tierre to go to yoasis after we played intramural volleyball (ps-that was a blast) so we went and i had to get some pics of my first yoasis experience. i think it's pretty good but the first bite is usually sour or something...idk, i guess it grows on you or something. but i've got to say that i'm a bigger fan of Golden Spoon...sorry =) anyway, these are the pics we took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2QJq7_DJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LIxgTOmhliE/s1600-h/DSCN2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2QJq7_DJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LIxgTOmhliE/s400/DSCN2227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246007636775603346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2QJ4XcSrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nSEAeUIWyKA/s1600-h/DSCN2228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2QJ4XcSrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nSEAeUIWyKA/s400/DSCN2228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246007640380426930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2QKIF7E7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dF9GcX7ZG5M/s1600-h/DSCN2229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2QKIF7E7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dF9GcX7ZG5M/s400/DSCN2229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246007644601914290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2074974750944374575?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2074974750944374575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=2074974750944374575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2074974750944374575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2074974750944374575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/yoasis.html' title='YOASIS'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2QJq7_DJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/LIxgTOmhliE/s72-c/DSCN2227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-3338938946928932658</id><published>2008-09-14T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:23:11.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new do...</title><content type='html'>well i decided to have a little fun since i'm in college now...i think that's why i did it. well, i wanted to dye my hair dark brown because i like it a lot better when it's dark so jessica and i went to sally's to get some stuff and i saw some purple-ish color and randomly decided to put some of the into my hair. the purple/pink/red color is in 4 streaks around my head but they're underneath so you can't really see them when my hair is down. and there's one random blonde streak thats right under my 'bangs'. i love it, i think it's so much fun and i just wanted to do something silly with my hair lol. so here are some pics-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2Oph5vFzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tNkB1Oz2qbI/s1600-h/DSCN2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2Oph5vFzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tNkB1Oz2qbI/s400/DSCN2242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246005985082808114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2Op4htRyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AVRlJIEa0Ak/s1600-h/DSCN2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2Op4htRyI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AVRlJIEa0Ak/s400/DSCN2245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246005991156041506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-3338938946928932658?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/3338938946928932658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=3338938946928932658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3338938946928932658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/3338938946928932658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-do.html' title='my new do...'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SM2Oph5vFzI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tNkB1Oz2qbI/s72-c/DSCN2242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-1325218693316174368</id><published>2008-09-09T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:51:51.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#27</title><content type='html'>from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;back from vacation&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Tonight we are going to have an inventory luau. I want to bring back a little slice of paradise to the Dunder Mifflin warehouse inventory, so party-planning committee, get on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Angela:&lt;/span&gt; By the end of the day? That's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; The Jamaicans don't have a word for 'impossible.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jim Halpert:&lt;/span&gt; Yep, it's English, it's 'impossible.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/office-vaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.buddytv.com/articles/office-vaca.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-1325218693316174368?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/1325218693316174368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=1325218693316174368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/1325218693316174368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/1325218693316174368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/27.html' title='#27'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-301377748567705082</id><published>2008-09-07T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:36:12.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in Pine Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU2gV8X6VI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9u1N0VQJyDo/s1600-h/DSCN1015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU2gV8X6VI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9u1N0VQJyDo/s320/DSCN1015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243657270416894290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So before I came up to Provo i went camping with Jessie Lythgoe and her parents (some of my favorite people) in Pine Valley, UT. It's about 40 minutes away from St. George. We were only up there for one night but we had lots of fun. When Jessie and I got up there we had hot dogs for lunch and then we all went for a little nature walk along the stream that runs through the campsites and I kinda sorta fell in...but just my feet, so my tennis shoes were soaked. Then we went back to camp and made tin foil dinners with chicken and vegetables. They were delicious! That night we had a camp fire, popcorn over the camp stove, s'mores, and lots of chocolate (we forgot the graham crackers). We had way too much to eat! I loved looking at the stars. I actually slept in my contacts so that I could just fall asleep being able to see the stars lol. The next morning we had bacon and blueberry pancakes and then packed up camp and drove home. It was a really fun last trip with the Lythgoes. I miss them so much! So here are some pictures of my camping experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU0jun1oZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pCAou9Ok4uI/s1600-h/DSCN0927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU0jun1oZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pCAou9Ok4uI/s320/DSCN0927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243655129558000018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jessie chillin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU0jnM_BOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7mJmHDdZr9U/s1600-h/DSCN0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU0jnM_BOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7mJmHDdZr9U/s320/DSCN0943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243655127566320866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pic op!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU0j9JHx1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/0m5OvUwf3NI/s1600-h/DSCN0950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU0j9JHx1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/0m5OvUwf3NI/s320/DSCN0950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243655133455697746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;crossing the stream on a log&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU0kGHA_VI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dK6MqexL7KM/s1600-h/DSCN0956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU0kGHA_VI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dK6MqexL7KM/s320/DSCN0956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243655135862783314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HMMMM....should we swim???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU0kUljy7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Z4PAIQCvwgM/s1600-h/DSCN0988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU0kUljy7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Z4PAIQCvwgM/s320/DSCN0988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243655139748989874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;attempting to fish with a stick and some pina colada gum bait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU12lJmYmI/AAAAAAAAAII/0EAZo1gJIqk/s1600-h/DSCN0993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU12lJmYmI/AAAAAAAAAII/0EAZo1gJIqk/s320/DSCN0993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656552944394850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arts and crafts: wood burning with a magnifying glass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU12oZfT-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pm3qUqwjlWk/s1600-h/DSCN1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU12oZfT-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pm3qUqwjlWk/s320/DSCN1001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656553816346594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;playing the classic girls' camp game of BIG BOOTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU12xkBcFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YVEtOgbe3Y4/s1600-h/DSCN1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU12xkBcFI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YVEtOgbe3Y4/s320/DSCN1006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656556276445266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;enjoying our delicious tin foil dinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU12xr3DkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1aon3MFSROk/s1600-h/DSCN1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU12xr3DkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1aon3MFSROk/s320/DSCN1012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656556309319234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;making popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU13BOy-vI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cAXzvDHvJ4M/s1600-h/DSCN1020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU13BOy-vI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cAXzvDHvJ4M/s320/DSCN1020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243656560482384626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bed time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU2Tb6Al3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/SmZ5l2nJgnY/s1600-h/DSCN1022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU2Tb6Al3I/AAAAAAAAAIw/SmZ5l2nJgnY/s320/DSCN1022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243657048679290738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rise and shine! and make breakfast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;it was a ton of fun. i &lt;3 the lythgoes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-301377748567705082?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/301377748567705082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=301377748567705082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/301377748567705082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/301377748567705082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/camping-in-pine-valley.html' title='Camping in Pine Valley'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SMU2gV8X6VI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9u1N0VQJyDo/s72-c/DSCN1015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-4792721614879218780</id><published>2008-09-07T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:33:29.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regional Conference</title><content type='html'>I just got home from Regional Conference in the Marriott Center where Marlin Jensen (a member of the quorum of the seventy), Sister Ann Monson Dibb (daughter of president Thomas S. Monson and the General Young Women's Second Counselor), Elder Boyd K. Packer, and President Dieter F. Uchtdorf spoke. It was an amazing experience. I just LOVE Elder Uchtdorf's countenance. He was constantly smiling and you could just tell that he is doing what's right because he obviously has true happiness in his life. As soon as President Uchtdorf and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.josephsmith.lds.org/Static%20Images/dieter_f_uchtdorf_MD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.josephsmith.lds.org/Static%20Images/dieter_f_uchtdorf_MD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elder Packer walked in to the Marriott center everyone stood up and it was completely silent. I got the most amazing feeling inside. I don't think i can describe it but it reminded me of a theory that my Humanities professor Sister Haddock told us about. This is the basic idea of what she was saying (i didn't copy it word for word):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atoms are the most basic building blocks of all life. Atoms know their creator. When you witness something aesthetically pleasing/spiritually uplifting that comes from Heavenly Father you are filled with light (the light of the gospel/the truth) . Light is an actual physiological thing that takes up space and so your atoms enlarge to make room for more light to come into your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;aonblur="try{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.naturalfamilyblog.com/President%20Boyd%20K%20Packer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.naturalfamilyblog.com/President%20Boyd%20K%20Packer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope that wasn't too confusing, i didn't say it as well as she did BUT that is exactly what it felt like when the apostles walked into the Marriott center. It literally felt like every single atom in my body was enlarging to make room for more light, for more of the spirit. It was the single most amazing feeling I've ever felt in my entire life. And it made me  want to always have that feeling inside me. They all gave great talks about accepting others, discernment between real and counterfeit, and faith in Christ but i felt the Spirit so strongly in that one moment that, well, everything else paled in comparison. Needless to say, it was an amazing meeting and one that i won't soon forget. Tonight there is a CES fireside in the Marriott Center at which Elder Jeffrey R. Holland will be speaking so I'm really looking forward to that. Wow i love BYU and i feel so blessed to be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-4792721614879218780?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/4792721614879218780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=4792721614879218780' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4792721614879218780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/4792721614879218780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/regional-conference.html' title='Regional Conference'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5621977852756253668</id><published>2008-09-05T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T15:19:09.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#24-26</title><content type='html'>ok i'm just going to put on a few quotes from the office since i've missed the last couple days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;chair model&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Okay. Wendy. "Hot and juicy redhead." I'll give this a try. [dials number]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wendy's:&lt;/span&gt; Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Hello, Wendy. This is Kevin's friend, Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wendy's:&lt;/span&gt; This.. isn't Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Oh I'm sorry could you put her on please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wendy's:&lt;/span&gt; This is a Wendy's resturant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Okay.. Okay. Could I just have a Frosty and a baked potato please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wendy's:&lt;/span&gt; You have to come to the resturant to order food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Well I'll send somebody to pick it up. Just have it ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wendy's: &lt;/span&gt;It's ready now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Well put it aside. [hangs up phone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;branch wars&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Karen:&lt;/span&gt; I am the regional manager of Dunder Mifflin Utica branch. Turns out it's a pretty easy gig when your boss isn't an idiot and your boyfriend's not in love with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/05/40/0000000540_20060919015544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/05/40/0000000540_20060919015544.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;diversity day&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pam:&lt;/span&gt; [during a role-playing exercise] Okay, if I have to do this, based on stereotypes that are totally untrue, that I do not agree with, you would maybe..not be a very good driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dwight Schrute:&lt;/span&gt; [role playing as an Asian] Aw, man! I'm a woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;grief counseling&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; He leaves work, he's on his way home. WHAM, his cappa is detated from his head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5621977852756253668?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5621977852756253668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5621977852756253668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5621977852756253668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5621977852756253668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/09/24-26.html' title='#24-26'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2203890914654070532</id><published>2008-08-31T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:35:16.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/070102/070201_office_vsml_730a.widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://msnbcmedia1.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Photos/070102/070201_office_vsml_730a.widec.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;benihana christmas &lt;/span&gt;episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; This is that old adage, but they say: when you find true love you know in the first 24 hours. With Carol i kne in the first 24 minutes of the second day i met her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2203890914654070532?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2203890914654070532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=2203890914654070532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2203890914654070532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2203890914654070532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/23.html' title='#23'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-7784853394214352188</id><published>2008-08-30T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:54:44.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#22</title><content type='html'>from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;performance reviews&lt;/span&gt; episode haha i watched it today and i love it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; I'm a little confused, because first it's all kissy kissy, then it's all like regret, 'cause oh I regret that. But wait I'm still going to call you... but but wait we're only going to talk about business... but wait I can fire you if I don''t like what you''re doing... but wait what were we talking about at the restaurant? Business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-7784853394214352188?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/7784853394214352188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=7784853394214352188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7784853394214352188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7784853394214352188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/22.html' title='#22'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2399952369797025111</id><published>2008-08-29T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:18:17.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#21</title><content type='html'>this is from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dunder mifflin infinity&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dwight Schrute:&lt;/span&gt; Second Life is not a game. It is a multi-user, virtual environment. It doesn't have points, or scores, it doesn't have winners or losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jim Halpert:&lt;/span&gt; Oh it has losers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2399952369797025111?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2399952369797025111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=2399952369797025111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2399952369797025111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2399952369797025111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/21.html' title='#21'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8004645745449402819</id><published>2008-08-27T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:26:13.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/theoffice/images/thumb/9/91/Roy.jpg/200px-Roy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/theoffice/images/thumb/9/91/Roy.jpg/200px-Roy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;business schoo&lt;/span&gt;l episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Roy:&lt;/span&gt; your art was the prettiest art of all the art....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS* i'm at byu, i'm all settled in to my new apartment and i'm having a lot of fun so far! i'm planning on blogging more at some point, hopefully tomorrow... =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8004645745449402819?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/8004645745449402819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=8004645745449402819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8004645745449402819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8004645745449402819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/20.html' title='#20'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-650920120908167889</id><published>2008-08-24T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:52:13.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;strong&gt;gay witch hunt&lt;/strong&gt; episode &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/strong&gt; You don't call retarded people retards. It's bad taste. You call your friends retards when they're acting retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-650920120908167889?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/650920120908167889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=650920120908167889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/650920120908167889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/650920120908167889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/19.html' title='#19'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-572406190185545975</id><published>2008-08-21T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:04:16.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tinkerbell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well this is mostly for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she asked me to put a video of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tink &lt;/span&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n my blog so here it is!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-acf4df24b2bfcc62" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacf4df24b2bfcc62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331516021%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A2C7F98EB1225414D703EA35FA88B28732C4452.7F81FFE2E3E8BD6F119A1DEC3C79B7F887EC4082%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacf4df24b2bfcc62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgXseSftRVldWWjS8iFAD84qzurk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacf4df24b2bfcc62%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331516021%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A2C7F98EB1225414D703EA35FA88B28732C4452.7F81FFE2E3E8BD6F119A1DEC3C79B7F887EC4082%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacf4df24b2bfcc62%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgXseSftRVldWWjS8iFAD84qzurk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-572406190185545975?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=acf4df24b2bfcc62&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/572406190185545975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=572406190185545975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/572406190185545975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/572406190185545975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/tinkerbell.html' title='tinkerbell'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5104179961410055764</id><published>2008-08-20T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:37:14.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quotesfromtheoffice.com/_images/employees/dwight_schrute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.quotesfromtheoffice.com/_images/employees/dwight_schrute.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dwight Schrute:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I have acted before. I was in a production of Oklahoma in the seventh grade. I played the part of Mutey, the mailman. They had too many kids so they made up roles like that... I was good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5104179961410055764?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5104179961410055764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5104179961410055764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5104179961410055764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5104179961410055764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/18.html' title='#18'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8486276436100089757</id><published>2008-08-19T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:50:36.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my OLD iPod headphones =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://the-gadgeteer.com//assets/apple-ipod-nano-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://the-gadgeteer.com//assets/apple-ipod-nano-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was goin to the gym yesterday and i couldn't use the new headphones cuz they always fall out so i decided to try the old ones again hoping that maybe they would work. and they did!!! WOOHOO!! i'm a happy camper =] i don't know what happened or why they work now but they do work and that makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8486276436100089757?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/8486276436100089757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=8486276436100089757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8486276436100089757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8486276436100089757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-old-ipod-headphones.html' title='my OLD iPod headphones =]'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6140649493229070984</id><published>2008-08-18T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:53:06.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.officestuffer.com/uploads/Jim%20&amp;%20Dwight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.officestuffer.com/uploads/Jim%20&amp;%20Dwight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah i love the office. i was just thinking about this quote today walking through the grocery store so i had to put it on. it makes me giggle =] the relationship between jim and dwight is just awesome i love it! this is from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hot girl&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jim:&lt;/span&gt; Alright here's the thing, k? Just keep talking to her. If you hit a stall you have a perfect fall back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dwight:&lt;/span&gt; What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jim:&lt;/span&gt; You buy a purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dwight:&lt;/span&gt; But I don't want a purse, purses are for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jim:&lt;/span&gt; Dwight, that's not necessarily true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dwight:&lt;/span&gt; But-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jim:&lt;/span&gt; Do you read GQ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dwight:&lt;/span&gt; No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jim:&lt;/span&gt; Ok well i do. They're like mini briefcases, alright? Lots of guys have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dwight:&lt;/span&gt; Like those?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jim:&lt;/span&gt; Yes! Listen you are spending WAY too much time talking to me when you should be talking to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dwight:&lt;/span&gt; Ok I'm just gonna use the bathroom and then I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jim:&lt;/span&gt; No! You don't need the bathroom! You got it. Go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6140649493229070984?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6140649493229070984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6140649493229070984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6140649493229070984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6140649493229070984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/17.html' title='#17'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-2885565634809316292</id><published>2008-08-17T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:46:00.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#16</title><content type='html'>well clearly i'm really looking forward to the season premiere of the office. i just wanted to restate that for all who read my blog =] the quote for today is from season 2 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the fire&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I was the first one out. And yes, I’ve heard "women and children first". But, we do not employ children. We are not a sweatshop, thankfully. And women are equal in the workplace by law. So if I let them out first, I have a lawsuit on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quotesfromtheoffice.com/_images/episodes/the-fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.quotesfromtheoffice.com/_images/episodes/the-fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-2885565634809316292?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/2885565634809316292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=2885565634809316292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2885565634809316292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/2885565634809316292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/16.html' title='#16'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-7392562659078905631</id><published>2008-08-16T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:05:15.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#15</title><content type='html'>from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;diversity day&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dwight:&lt;/span&gt; A hero kills people. People that wish him harm. A hero is part human and part super natural. A hero is born out of a childhood trauma or a disaster that must be avenged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-7392562659078905631?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/7392562659078905631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=7392562659078905631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7392562659078905631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7392562659078905631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/15.html' title='#15'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-8130758929825842716</id><published>2008-08-14T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:50:53.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pam:&lt;/span&gt; I am actually looking forward to Take Your Daughter to Work day. I am not great with kids, but I want to get better. Because I'm getting married. So I put out a bunch of extra candy on my desk so the kids will come talk to me. Like the witch in Hansel and Gretel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/060918/151829__pam_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/060918/151829__pam_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-8130758929825842716?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/8130758929825842716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=8130758929825842716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8130758929825842716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/8130758929825842716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/14.html' title='#14'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-5294564376403407613</id><published>2008-08-14T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:43:58.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to cali</title><content type='html'>my parents and i took a quick trip to dana point, california. we stayed at the ritz carlton laguna niguel (payed for by state farm (dad had a conference-type thing to go to)) right on the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTHsvm6SKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BYQcST95j1M/s1600-h/DSCN0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTHsvm6SKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BYQcST95j1M/s320/DSCN0266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234528238419200162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was absolutely GORGEOUS and the weather was fantastic. it was such a nice break from the dry baking heat of vegas. we arrived on tuesday and ate dinner outside with the whole state farm crowd and then i had a not so great night's sleep on the smelly roll-away bed under the ac vent...wednesday came and mom and dad had a meeting to go to so i stayed in the room, watched the olympics, and blogged/web surfed. when they got back we went down to walk barefoot along the beach and then we walked back up to the hotel to enjoy fancy poolside nachos and a nap next to the pool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTMa3A2N8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/JieT47C1LhA/s1600-h/DSCN0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTMa3A2N8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/JieT47C1LhA/s320/DSCN0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234533428727527362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTMbHn9r8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZktoIOpWCNw/s1600-h/DSCN0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTMbHn9r8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ZktoIOpWCNw/s320/DSCN0271.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234533433186561986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is rare since mom does NOT like the beach or the sand since apparently there are 'germs' in the sand =] go mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTMbUsoXLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9hv0E7udbuU/s1600-h/DSCN0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTMbUsoXLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9hv0E7udbuU/s320/DSCN0273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234533436695796914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that night we drove to anaheim for the angels vs. mariners game but left after the 6th inning-the angels lost 7-10 after 2 extra innings. because disneyland is practically next door to the angels stadium we had to stop by. mom was too tired so she stayed in the car while dad and i walked around downtown disney. we sat outside disneyland and wathced the fireworks. it was a FANTASTIC day and i had a blast hanging out with my parents. i moved my smelly roll-away bed out from under the ac vent and i was so beat my head hit the pillow and 10 seconds later i was out. thursday morning we woke up, got ready, ate breakfast at coco's, and drove home. it was a great trip! one that i will remember for a long long long time!! so here are some more pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTPezsEisI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wVfjk7i_2ic/s1600-h/DSCN0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTPezsEisI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wVfjk7i_2ic/s320/DSCN0280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234536795089439426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at the dana point marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTPfs4_baI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aRyFGQUlIjM/s1600-h/DSCN0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTPfs4_baI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aRyFGQUlIjM/s320/DSCN0283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234536810444451234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the ONLY way to eat dippin dots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTPfwqTz4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/R9SFVDq0_30/s1600-h/DSCN0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTPfwqTz4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/R9SFVDq0_30/s320/DSCN0284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234536811456614274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the angels field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTPgdM29aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GfmAkJ0C6YI/s1600-h/DSCN0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTPgdM29aI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GfmAkJ0C6YI/s320/DSCN0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234536823412684194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eatin angels dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTPgnZXH9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/-l1qZvthzcM/s1600-h/DSCN0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTPgnZXH9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/-l1qZvthzcM/s320/DSCN0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234536826149478354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waiting for the disney fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTP-078d_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7dHIG6jwFJM/s1600-h/DSCN0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTP-078d_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7dHIG6jwFJM/s320/DSCN0307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234537345180268530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AWESOME FIREWORKS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-5294564376403407613?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/5294564376403407613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=5294564376403407613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5294564376403407613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/5294564376403407613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-to-cali.html' title='trip to cali'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jpTcQtaM7k4/SKTHsvm6SKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BYQcST95j1M/s72-c/DSCN0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-6501502718390862590</id><published>2008-08-13T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:01:50.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#13</title><content type='html'>one of my all-time favorite quotes from jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dinner party&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jim Halpert:&lt;/span&gt; Michael has asked Pam and me to dinner at least nine times and every time we've been able to get out of it. But I gotta give him credit. He got me. Because...I'm starting to suspect there was no assignment from corporate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-6501502718390862590?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/6501502718390862590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=6501502718390862590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6501502718390862590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/6501502718390862590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/13.html' title='#13'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639806053780576397.post-7556976130138534218</id><published>2008-08-12T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:02:22.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#12</title><content type='html'>from the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fun run&lt;/span&gt; episode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael Scott:&lt;/span&gt; Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it's not like this, compulsive, need, to be liked. Like my need to be praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cinemablend.com/images/sections/6562/6562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.cinemablend.com/images/sections/6562/6562.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639806053780576397-7556976130138534218?l=christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/feeds/7556976130138534218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6639806053780576397&amp;postID=7556976130138534218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7556976130138534218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639806053780576397/posts/default/7556976130138534218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christieeeewilcox.blogspot.com/2008/08/12.html' title='#12'/><author><name>Christie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08383243766064929506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4g3Sbfjnyg/TXlQM8YgzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZKeWOR4VBko/s220/Santa%2BMonica%2B%252709015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
